[ because hijikata's room still looks as if spring had just blossomed inside it, and if he asks any other sword about this phenomenon, he's one dead samurai.
anyway, since tsurumaru loves to die, he seizes this opportunity to do one thing: he surprise-cups his hands around hijikata's face, and then proceeds to squish his cheeks relentlessly — until he can get him to lift his gaze again.
and then when he does, he gives him this tiny smile. ] I'd say we're even, don't you think?
you said hell yeah just sock me where it hurts >:)
[ because hijikata's room still looks as if spring had just blossomed inside it, and if he asks any other sword about this phenomenon, he's one dead samurai.
anyway, since tsurumaru loves to die, he seizes this opportunity to do one thing: he surprise-cups his hands around hijikata's face, and then proceeds to squish his cheeks relentlessly — until he can get him to lift his gaze again.
and then when he does, he gives him this tiny smile. ] I'd say we're even, don't you think?