[ Hijikata just gives Tsurumaru this look, but doesn't comment about the whole exhibitionist thing. Instead, he looks away and puts down his brush (not like he can WORK with a bag covering his papers!) with a tiny huff. How difficult... ]

Obviously. [ It's not like Hijikata would force Tsurumaru to even try to redress the wound with his kimono on! He's just going to slip off the top of it because the only wound that matters is right there. He listens to Tsurumaru's words quietly, nodding here and there.

Now he waits for Tsurumaru to actually get to work. ]

Fighting recklessly always will get you in there. Haven't you learned? [ well, this might be the pot calling the kettle black. Hijikata can't help but get too excited when he fights and has a habit of being a bit reckless too! Although, it never gets too bad. Usually the way he analyzes the battlefield and his opponent(s) saves his ass most of the time. ]

There should be a first aid kit somewhere... Was it in the main room or in here... [ His voice trails off as he thinks... ... A pause... ... A nod. ]

I think it's in the main room. [ and now he looks at Tsurumaru expectantly because there's no way Hijikata is going to get up right now. ]