[ of course this is what he wants, why would you even ask? hijikata has so many buttons that can be pressed, that before he dies, tsurumaru wants to try to press them all, to make him scowl in as many different ways as he can.
as if he'd been told something pleasant, tsurumaru's expression brightens — because to him, it is pleasant, even if he's taking some liberties in interpretation, and his interpretation is probably not what hijikata meant at all. ]
Really? So you'll hold on until you die?
[ even if it's for such a simple, tiny reason, he likes hearing that he won't be let go of. but tsurumaru's staring at him vibrantly, expectantly, despite how he knows that hijikata will probably say no. ]
leans across desk seductively kick my ass with that leg
as if he'd been told something pleasant, tsurumaru's expression brightens — because to him, it is pleasant, even if he's taking some liberties in interpretation, and his interpretation is probably not what hijikata meant at all. ]
Really? So you'll hold on until you die?
[ even if it's for such a simple, tiny reason, he likes hearing that he won't be let go of. but tsurumaru's staring at him vibrantly, expectantly, despite how he knows that hijikata will probably say no. ]