You're a human that takes — [ palms upturned, hands angled towards the left. ] — pointy things and — [ towards the right. ] — stabs people, and most of all, you even live by a — [ wiggly noodle fingers. ] — rigid samurai code.

[ seriously, though— ] I may speak about it lightly, but the clan that I loved was a samurai clan. It's been a while, but I remember the beliefs that they lived by and upheld. I don't trust a lot of people, but I know that samurai treat their swords kindly... for the most part. [ but even that's pretty conditional...

anyway, tsurumaru makes a face, like no matter what hiji does, he can't shake him off! that kind of determined face. ]

I am. [ he may be a stubborn child, but he has his rare moments of wisdom, just... not right now. so he reaches forward, his hand resting on the edge of the bed, because he's also five and reaching for his hand takes the courage that he doesn't have. ]

You know, I'm not too good with gifts — I just assume that expensive things are better, so I just bring a bunch of them. But, you can hardly blame me, right?

If you want something else instead of material items, except time — [ because hiji's already getting that! tsuru's looking for the blank in hijikata's ideal equation of "time + ____". ] — you should tell me.