Itsuki peered over Takuro's shoulder. While his eyes were wide as platters at the idea of cursing, it wasn't entirely out of shock. There was just a hint of curiosity in his eyes about the general idea, just a tiny bit of interest that Takuro saw when he looked over.

"Ah! Oh, but... I can't just let you take that alone, Takuro-kun," Itsuki said, briefly averting his eyes to think, but then looking up at his friend with a small smile. "Besides, karmic consequences are like punishment, right? So if it's both of us doing it, it should be half for each. And," he took a hand to his chest, "as the president of the struggling sculpture club, it is my obligation out of solidarity to assist the president of the theater club in our time of, um, needing to curse someone."

However, after his vow of friendship, Itsuki's head sunk a little as a crestfallen look formed, immediately as he was asked the question. "Ah, um, no... I don't think so. Is this like... getting a drop of their blood or some of their hair or something? Could you even do that? He seems to comb his hair back so much that I reckon what hair he has left is probably stubbornly stuck to his scalp."