[ obviously, that's the answer that he wanted to hear! so to reward him, tsurumaru leans in even closer... and promptly bumps his nose against his own, laughing. ]
I know. I still wanted to hear it, though. [ but getting hijikata to say more than that would be a weary task, so he takes what he can get for now. still, tsurumaru wants to revisit an earlier topic, so he pulls back, head tilted to the side. ]
Does it bother you that much? Being called not awful, I mean. [ it's curious... and almost self-deprecating, in a way that he doesn't expect from hijikata, like someone that doesn't want to accept compliments, or has reason not to want any in the first place. ]
I told you something before — that I don't know anything about your era. [ he doesn't, not at all. the 19th century was full of naps and talks with ookurikara. ] So I don't know what made the vice commander of the Shinsengumi so — [ and here, he lifts his hand... jazz hand! ] — scary, nor did I ever hear about him at all. As far as I'm concerned, if it weren't for Horikawa and Kanesada talking about him all the time at the Citadel, I wouldn't have known he existed.
Instead, I know someone who gets cranky when I tell him he's had too many cups of green tea, and someone who gets embarrassed about his poems and hides them under his futon every time, and someone who likes sweets but won't admit it, so I keep having to buy him some and leave them everywhere. His hair is soft and fun to play with, and his hands are always warm. He lets me stay with him, and my days since then have become a whole lot brighter, because he's the kind of person that I look forward to seeing everyday.
[ he inhales deeply, as if to catch his breath, and then concludes — ] I don't think that person is awful.
stop i dont believe in chill
I know. I still wanted to hear it, though. [ but getting hijikata to say more than that would be a weary task, so he takes what he can get for now. still, tsurumaru wants to revisit an earlier topic, so he pulls back, head tilted to the side. ]
Does it bother you that much? Being called not awful, I mean. [ it's curious... and almost self-deprecating, in a way that he doesn't expect from hijikata, like someone that doesn't want to accept compliments, or has reason not to want any in the first place. ]
I told you something before — that I don't know anything about your era. [ he doesn't, not at all. the 19th century was full of naps and talks with ookurikara. ] So I don't know what made the vice commander of the Shinsengumi so — [ and here, he lifts his hand... jazz hand! ] — scary, nor did I ever hear about him at all. As far as I'm concerned, if it weren't for Horikawa and Kanesada talking about him all the time at the Citadel, I wouldn't have known he existed.
Instead, I know someone who gets cranky when I tell him he's had too many cups of green tea, and someone who gets embarrassed about his poems and hides them under his futon every time, and someone who likes sweets but won't admit it, so I keep having to buy him some and leave them everywhere. His hair is soft and fun to play with, and his hands are always warm. He lets me stay with him, and my days since then have become a whole lot brighter, because he's the kind of person that I look forward to seeing everyday.
[ he inhales deeply, as if to catch his breath, and then concludes — ] I don't think that person is awful.