[ SO AFTER NEARLY STABBING HIJIKATA TO DEATH, the best option left to tsurumaru, of course, is to go check up on him! to see how he's doing! to maybe redress his bandages and to bring him nice things to eat!
but even if that isn't too logical, he's here now, a plastic grocery bag slung around his wrist. inside are some sweet buns that he's picked up from a nearby store, along with some dango, because he's heard that sweet foods make humans happy— and if that's true, then it looks as if hijikata could certainly use a lot of these...
he steps inside the apartment curiously, peering at each of the rooms; though, that doesn't tell him much about who's room is where. so in the end, tsurumaru takes a wild guess, slamming the nearest door open with his hand, aaaand— ]
Yoohoo, Hijikata! It's me. [ how do you know where i live? is a good question to ask right about now. ] Are you here?
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but even if that isn't too logical, he's here now, a plastic grocery bag slung around his wrist. inside are some sweet buns that he's picked up from a nearby store, along with some dango, because he's heard that sweet foods make humans happy— and if that's true, then it looks as if hijikata could certainly use a lot of these...
he steps inside the apartment curiously, peering at each of the rooms; though, that doesn't tell him much about who's room is where. so in the end, tsurumaru takes a wild guess, slamming the nearest door open with his hand, aaaand— ]
Yoohoo, Hijikata! It's me. [ how do you know where i live? is a good question to ask right about now. ] Are you here?