Do you think you're capable of something like that? Making me unhappy?

[ in all actuality, this modern life may be dull, but it's a stable one; he's known worse. here, tsurumaru sees the same, friendly faces that will smile at him, that will yell at him, that will praise him, day after day; faces that will be there when he closes his eyes and faces that will definitely be there when he wakes up. (that is, if he ever sleeps; something that he doesn't exactly do.)

unless hijikata has plans on, say, slaughtering the entirety of swordhaus in front of him, it's theoretically not possible for him to do something great enough to upset tsurumaru. ]

You know, Mozart. Some famous composer from Europe. [ with a smile, tsurumaru decides to enter 'mozart for babies' into the cere-youtube search box anyway, because... fuck what Baby Hijikata says. unless he'd been asking about smooth jazz? or both? well, it's too late now, mozart for babies is here.

but the last bit has him curious, so he looks back up at hijikata after pressing play. ] Why not?