[ once tsurumaru's gotten enough strands of hijikata's hair twirled, he wraps them over each other in a circular motion, forming a neat (but slightly loose, it's temporary!) bun — securing it in place with a hairtie and several golden clips that he keeps on hand. he's left a few strands fall out for aesthetics, but none of those make it past his chest, anyway.now that he's finished, he steps back a bit, acknowledging that rare compliment with a quiet smile, replying simply: ]
When you've stayed in as many imperial courts as I have, things like this become second nature. [ hijikata's hair had mostly reminded him of that of court ladies and noblewomen, and he's seen them fuss over enough pins and accessories to pick up on a few things himself.
with his hair finally out of the way, tsurumaru reaches for the bandages on hijikata's chest, slowly unraveling them, pressing a soft, warm washcloth against the spot where the wound had been reopened, to coax the bandaging away. it doesn't take too long for him to unwrap everything, and he takes this opportunity to examine the wound visually — how it's coming along, because although humans heal at the rate of a snail, most of their injuries work the same way.
he presses his hands against hijikata's chest, fingertips gently running across the injury. he's looking serious! his lips are pressed together, and he looks focused! almost way too professional for a guy like him! (though it's justified — when it comes to wounds, tsurumaru's knowledge is only second to medical swords.)
but, of course, his hands are going to linger a little longer than they need to, because waoooooouh...... bobos........... he'll even give them a small squeeze? ugh, hijikata probably felt that. ]
you can't run away from what's in your heart!!
When you've stayed in as many imperial courts as I have, things like this become second nature. [ hijikata's hair had mostly reminded him of that of court ladies and noblewomen, and he's seen them fuss over enough pins and accessories to pick up on a few things himself.
with his hair finally out of the way, tsurumaru reaches for the bandages on hijikata's chest, slowly unraveling them, pressing a soft, warm washcloth against the spot where the wound had been reopened, to coax the bandaging away. it doesn't take too long for him to unwrap everything, and he takes this opportunity to examine the wound visually — how it's coming along, because although humans heal at the rate of a snail, most of their injuries work the same way.
he presses his hands against hijikata's chest, fingertips gently running across the injury. he's looking serious! his lips are pressed together, and he looks focused! almost way too professional for a guy like him! (though it's justified — when it comes to wounds, tsurumaru's knowledge is only second to medical swords.)
but, of course, his hands are going to linger a little longer than they need to, because waoooooouh...... bobos...........
he'll even give them a small squeeze? ugh, hijikata probably felt that. ]