[ ow?!?! except to tsurumaru, that's kind of absolutely delightful. at first, he sways to the side that hijikata had smacked, the impact leaving a reddened mark across tsurumaru's cheek. of course, it hurts — it hurts in a stinging, prickly kind of way, but instead of getting upset, he looks back up at hijikata and smiles, holding up a pointed index finger. ]
Can you do that one more time?
[ a beat. ] Juuuust kidding.
Anyway, is there any reason for a sword to invest in a fine bottom? In the end, no matter how much we look like humans, we're just objects. [ though that may sound thoughtful, it's just his excuse to keep admiring hijikata's fine assets... he's not the most diligent nor the most hard-working sword, anyway!
but yes, hijikata has no choice in the matter, he must rest... on his futon. although, how will tsurumaru make his bunk bed like this? bunk bed futon? he'll make sure that hijikata is lying down with no hope of escape, before pulling out his own cerevice and opening up his cere-youtube app. ]
Do you want me to play something for you? Soothing jazz? Mozart for babies?
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Can you do that one more time?
[ a beat. ] Juuuust kidding.
Anyway, is there any reason for a sword to invest in a fine bottom? In the end, no matter how much we look like humans, we're just objects. [ though that may sound thoughtful, it's just his excuse to keep admiring hijikata's fine assets... he's not the most diligent nor the most hard-working sword, anyway!
but yes, hijikata has no choice in the matter, he must rest... on his futon. although, how will tsurumaru make his bunk bed like this? bunk bed futon? he'll make sure that hijikata is lying down with no hope of escape, before pulling out his own cerevice and opening up his cere-youtube app. ]
Do you want me to play something for you? Soothing jazz? Mozart for babies?