[ he could have also asked around, or peeked into someone's cerevice, but that's not nearly as thrilling as hauling himself awake at some ungodly hour of the morning... tsurumaru's going to smartly move his hands away from hijikata's like the hands emoji — but much to his chagrin, they do end up smacked with the mighty brush, and he puffs his cheeks in discontentment, muttering a sullen booooooo before exhaling.

his words are spoken defiantly, lifting his chin a fraction of an inch. ] Try me.

[ what the heck, hiji, you can't take him outside. can you even make it outside? realtalk. ]

Anyway, as for why I'm here— [ reaching back for the bag and putting it squarely on top of hijikata's papers, with a triumphant grin. ] I brought you something to eat out of the goodness of my heart, because I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard that sweets make humans happy, and since you're so grumpy all the time, I thought you could use some! I spent a long time picking these out, you know.