[ it's not a shallow wound, by any means — so there's a long period where the antiseptic does sting unbearably, but tsurumaru manages to keep himself still, aside from quiet hisses when it hurts too much. the silence, which would have been stifling in any other instance, is something that he doesn't mind for now.
and he's watching the bandages slowly go over his arm, wrapped firmly over and over when hijikata speaks up again. it takes him a bit to understand what's meant by "what he said back there", but when he does realize....
. . .
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OH NO. . . . . . . . . .
there's this flash of pure horror (or is it embarrassment? or both!) across his face, and it's obvious that he knows exactly what hijikata is referencing. ]
why!! not!!!!
and he's watching the bandages slowly go over his arm, wrapped firmly over and over when hijikata speaks up again. it takes him a bit to understand what's meant by "what he said back there", but when he does realize....
. . .
. . . . . .
OH NO. . . . . . . . . .
there's this flash of pure horror (or is it embarrassment? or both!) across his face, and it's obvious that he knows exactly what hijikata is referencing. ]
You heard that?