your brother was a simp. oh and he's missing

Hattori's rumbling howl matches the depth of the thunder that rolls in from the ocean. It is one that Kuroo cannot ignore. He had been lying along the bay, watching the water swirl and ripple, mounting in activity as the storm drew closer. Content to hang with Saru and Arne, he was not expecting to be needed. Excusing himself from his company, Kuroo makes his way from the bay into the bamboo. His pace is not hurried, but also not slow, or that it appears he is wandering. There is purpose in steps as he follows the paths and scent toward Hattori.

Thankfully it won't take long until he is approaching the looming figure of the Kaicho. "Is something wrong?"  Kuroo questions as he comes to sit nearby.

"Speech"