[ what the heck! he'll try again another day, though, maybe even tomorrow! every day is a new day to try to convince hijikata that he has more of a heart than he thinks... one day, he'll acknowledge his fuzzy moe center.
at first, he's doubtful about whether hijikata will carry it out in the first place, and he stares back just as brightly, with a happy sort of hum.
but just when he thinks he won't get a pat — there's a hand on his head! it's warm!!
yet, when he looks up, hijikata's looking away; so his cheeks puff with air indignantly, as he whines: ]
You're not looking — it won't count until you look at me.
[ ugh just listen here... you can't say that you have no heart, and then immediately give him a second pat?? what a contradiction!
although, if the first pat had made him content, then the second pat makes him truly happy; there's even this embarrassed smile on his face that he's trying to hide, somehow, but it feels nice! like when the sanjous had given him pats, but that was way back in his childhood.
naturally, nothing works out in his favor, because for all of his attempts otherwise — ]
[ — there are now sakura petals, everywhere. they've all appeared at once, slowly drifting down from some point beyond the ceiling. where did they come from? who knows... not him... none of the swords have entirely figured out the mysteries of sakura fubuki, really.
so when he realizes that they're there, it startles him; but when he realizes what they are...
he very slowly, very carefully puts his hands on his face. ]
but Hijikata definitely retracts his hand almost immediately, and even leans back in surprise. he's just staring at Tsurumaru, wide eyed, like what in hell's name just happened...
he doesn't say anything yet... he just looks around because there are sakura petals everywhere, and it made a mess... ]
What the hell... Just happened...
[ YOU BETTER EXPLAIN? Hijikata is slowly believing that his life is becoming 10x weirder just because he befriended these swords... ]
[ A LONG PAUSE.... like, how can he explain this without sounding completely insane? but in the end, he decides that he's going to sound pretty crazy anyway to someone that's never seen this before, so he might as well just go ahead and give hijikata the proper explanation, no matter how weird it sounds! ]
Whenever something makes us happy, these sakura petals just kind of... appear around us. It only happens when we're really happy, too, so it doesn't usually happen too often. Otherwise, we'd be drowning in cherry blossoms all of the time, and sweeping them up would be some kind of daily chore.
[ he then ducks his head, glancing up every once in a while. ]
[ even if he puts his hands over his cheeks, there's still a lot of warmth rushing up to his face at once, because this is just all so embarrassing? he's never even sakura fubuki'd in front of haru before, and he doesn't really know what to do or say, so he just loudly blurts out — ]
So what if it did!! I liked it a lot, okay?
[ because that definitely makes this situation less embarrassing...
while he wishes that the ground would open up at this very moment and take him back, it probably won't do that, so he continues, not in a yell this time: ]
[ yeah, because getting defensive is not even more embarrassing. it's still amusing how embarrassed he's getting, but Hijikata won't laugh to make him any more embarrassed - hopefully!? ]
... You blush too easily.
[ probably not the best comment, but whatever. aaand a sigh. ]
Don't worry about it, alright? No one else saw you. [ and probably the most painfully truthful comments Hijikata will ever say, just for the hell of it because maybe Hijikata is trying to low-key embarrass Tsurumaru because seeing an expression on him that isn't a shit head one is really amusing... but who knows. who knows? he sounds really serious rather than teasing here! ] It was pretty cute.
[ a tragic downside to pale skin, unfortunately, is that every bit of embarrassment shows all too well... but then, hijikata has to go and say that, right after telling him not to worry. he opens his mouth, as if to say something, but snaps it shut immediately, because for the first time, it hadn't sounded as if he'd been teasing, so...
he's being serious, right? by this point, tsurumaru is pretty sure that hell is real and that it's burning across his face and that even if he tries to hide it with his hands, it'd still scorch through. so he just sits there dazedly, and poofs. you know, poofs. ]
What are you... [ — talking about? it's not like he's flattered, or anything! idiot!
he's yelling again, in that huffy, flustered way. ] You're not allowed to just say things like that out of nowhere, idiot — !
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when someone talks back or yells at Hijikata they're usually met with some kind of death threat, however... Hijikata can't help but be so amused - especially since he's getting so defensive. it's hilarious? ]
Geez, seriously?
[ and there it is... Hijikata actually manages to let out some sort of laugh? it's VERY short lived however. mostly because he notices that it wasn't a laugh ... on purpose, so he instantly covers his mouth with his sleeve. eyebrows furrowing. ]
Don't call me an idiot, or I'll tape your mouth shut.
[ hijikata laughs, and it's a gentle kind of laugh that's completely new to him, but it's so pleasing, and he decides that he wants to hear it again.
so after brushing as many petals aside as he can, he reaches forward, and he originally wanted to cup hijikata's face in his hands and pull his cheeks, but... since his sleeve is in the way, he settles for gently tugging at that sleeve, instead. ]
Aah, you're laughing! You laughed! [ he's smiling in amazement, like a child who's seen its first rainbow.
it's time to remind hijikata for the 24924295752th time that he is completely immune to those threats, even if his leggy wasn't broken. still, there's something fond about the way that he whispers, rather than anything malicious — ]
[ no... he fucked up. he let his guard down! this is the worst. this is embarrassing. he averts his eyes so he doesn't have to see Tsurumaru's bright smile in response to Hijikata actually showing... (low voice) emotions. ]
You saw me do something weird. Forget about it.
[ No! he's the awful demon vice-commander that doesn't know how to laugh. what is laughing? no... he can't do that. impossible. Tsurumaru was just imagining it! ]
you said hell yeah just sock me where it hurts >:)
[ because hijikata's room still looks as if spring had just blossomed inside it, and if he asks any other sword about this phenomenon, he's one dead samurai.
anyway, since tsurumaru loves to die, he seizes this opportunity to do one thing: he surprise-cups his hands around hijikata's face, and then proceeds to squish his cheeks relentlessly — until he can get him to lift his gaze again.
and then when he does, he gives him this tiny smile. ] I'd say we're even, don't you think?
[ FAIR POINT, however... Hijikata ain't gonna have this. because he's not suppose to laugh so easily in front of people like this! he has his reputation to keep up... he's suppose to be the demon vice commander - and - and... ugh.
and naturally, when he's seized by the cheeks Hijikata struggles to pull away. his expression gets grumpier by the second! how can someone be SO GRUMPY all the time!? the mysteries... ]
Hey - stop it! [ slowly pries Tsurumaru's hands off... stop!!! he manages to grab Tsurumaru's wrists and push them away from his face... thankfully, Hijikata isn't a man to blush easily so his embarrassment doesn't show in that way... but he is, indeed, embarrassed. you can probably tell by how much his eyebrows are kind of twitching as he tries to keep that serious grumpy expression on his face... ]
Don't ever do that again. Ever. You hear me? [ he can only look away again with a click of his tongue. almost like a pouty child, honestly. ]
[ well, if hijikata looks away like that, how is tsuru supposed to take his words seriously? so, the whole don't do it doesn't really sink in, and he still looks very much like a child who did a Bad but escaped the fate of the time out corner, with a complete return of what hijikata seems to refer to as the Shit Head Expression. ]
Why not? It was fun.
[ except, he's still sparkling brightly, because squishing hijikata's face was perhaps even more precious than touching the bottom of a kitten's pawpads. therefore, somehow... tsuru's managing to look like the world's purest bean and the world's biggest menace at the same time.
but tsuru's tired of hijikata doing this looking-away thing, so he wiggles his fingers as obnoxiously as possible, striving for maximum annoyance, but his words come out far more kindly — in this gentle tone, because even as he's away, tsuru sees hijikata's eyebrows doing the twitching thing... and he knows. ]
If you won't look at me when you say that, I won't listen to you.
[ to be fair, he wouldn't listen anyway, but shhhh. ]
Edited (html makes me tired) 2016-03-24 21:28 (UTC)
uhm i have one leg and thats enough to kick an ass
[ he DOES look back at Tsurumaru, however... he's met with Hijikata's trademark scowl.
is this what you want, Tsuru... is this what you want! of course, Hijikata is naturally going to be extremely stubborn about this because Tsuru loves to press his buttons? how many buttons are going to be pressed, who knows.
not that he's.. actually mad. he's just trying to hide that embarrassment with a grumpy expression? #TheHijikataToshizouWay ]
I'm not letting go until you agree to never do it again.
[ yeah... ]
leans across desk seductively kick my ass with that leg
[ of course this is what he wants, why would you even ask? hijikata has so many buttons that can be pressed, that before he dies, tsurumaru wants to try to press them all, to make him scowl in as many different ways as he can.
as if he'd been told something pleasant, tsurumaru's expression brightens — because to him, it is pleasant, even if he's taking some liberties in interpretation, and his interpretation is probably not what hijikata meant at all. ]
Really? So you'll hold on until you die?
[ even if it's for such a simple, tiny reason, he likes hearing that he won't be let go of. but tsurumaru's staring at him vibrantly, expectantly, despite how he knows that hijikata will probably say no. ]
[ why is... this guy so difficult. Hijikata asks this everyday? he can only dream having the upper hand.
of course, at the defeat of Tsurumaru not agreeing, he lets go. except, a quick flick is delivered to Tsurumaru's forehead. Hijikata only huffs in response. ]
I don't think I want to die like that.
[ dying while holding someone's hands... sounds like something Harada would say, honestly. ] I'll reiterate though. Don't do that ever again - or I'll just tie your hands together instead.
[ which means he won't have to do the holding! perfect... ]
[ he winces, reaching up to shield himself, and it stings!!! it stings a lot!!!! so he sits there for a while, emitting a tiny whining noise, like he's going to cry but he doesn't cry.
why won't hijikata do the holding, why is he like this?? either way, he bounces back quickly enough to back another retort, sticking his tongue out first. ]
Then I'll just do it again, but with my feet. I mean, I wouldn't want my face held like that, so is tying my hands together really the best option you can come up with?
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hijiwanwan) wrote2015-09-14 12:06 am
and clearly we got him when he least expected it
at first, he's doubtful about whether hijikata will carry it out in the first place, and he stares back just as brightly, with a happy sort of hum.
but just when he thinks he won't get a pat — there's a hand on his head! it's warm!!
yet, when he looks up, hijikata's looking away; so his cheeks puff with air indignantly, as he whines: ]
You're not looking — it won't count until you look at me.
tsuru is 5
Hijikata lifts his head, about to retract it but that's when Tsurumaru tells him it doesn't count. ]
Seriously?
[ he contemplated telling him no, and to deal with it but... okay. OKAY, FINE.
he looks at Tsurumaru... and puts his hand down on his head again!? another one, singular, pat... ]
There. Satisfied? [ can he look away now. ]
stop if hes five ur like one (1/2)
although, if the first pat had made him content, then the second pat makes him truly happy; there's even this embarrassed smile on his face that he's trying to hide, somehow, but it feels nice! like when the sanjous had given him pats, but that was way back in his childhood.
naturally, nothing works out in his favor, because for all of his attempts otherwise — ]
(2/2)
so when he realizes that they're there, it startles him; but when he realizes what they are...
he very slowly, very carefully puts his hands on his face. ]
I... I can explain... I think?
wha t the fck
but Hijikata definitely retracts his hand almost immediately, and even leans back in surprise. he's just staring at Tsurumaru, wide eyed, like what in hell's name just happened...
he doesn't say anything yet... he just looks around because there are sakura petals everywhere, and it made a mess... ]
What the hell... Just happened...
[ YOU BETTER EXPLAIN? Hijikata is slowly believing that his life is becoming 10x weirder just because he befriended these swords... ]
no subject
Whenever something makes us happy, these sakura petals just kind of... appear around us. It only happens when we're really happy, too, so it doesn't usually happen too often. Otherwise, we'd be drowning in cherry blossoms all of the time, and sweeping them up would be some kind of daily chore.
[ he then ducks his head, glancing up every once in a while. ]
It's also... kind of embarrassing.
:-)
that's... so weird.
but once again: swords. ]
Oh... Huh, is that so...
[ hand over mouth. it's kind of amusing though. ] Did that really make you that happy? You're almost like a dog wagging its tail after praise.
[ amusing... but kind of endearing, actually, now that he thinks about it. ]
Don't be embarrassed though.
im gonna punch you
So what if it did!! I liked it a lot, okay?
[ because that definitely makes this situation less embarrassing...
while he wishes that the ground would open up at this very moment and take him back, it probably won't do that, so he continues, not in a yell this time: ]
It's — I... How can I not be embarrassed?
NO PUNCHING
... You blush too easily.
[ probably not the best comment, but whatever. aaand a sigh. ]
Don't worry about it, alright? No one else saw you. [ and probably the most painfully truthful comments Hijikata will ever say, just for the hell of it because maybe Hijikata is trying to low-key embarrass Tsurumaru because seeing an expression on him that isn't a shit head one is really amusing... but who knows. who knows? he sounds really serious rather than teasing here! ] It was pretty cute.
punches u in the gut
he's being serious, right? by this point, tsurumaru is pretty sure that hell is real and that it's burning across his face and that even if he tries to hide it with his hands, it'd still scorch through. so he just sits there dazedly, and poofs. you know, poofs. ]
What are you... [ — talking about? it's not like he's flattered, or anything! idiot!
he's yelling again, in that huffy, flustered way. ] You're not allowed to just say things like that out of nowhere, idiot — !
WHAT DID I SAY ABT PUNCHIN
when someone talks back or yells at Hijikata they're usually met with some kind of death threat, however... Hijikata can't help but be so amused - especially since he's getting so defensive. it's hilarious? ]
Geez, seriously?
[ and there it is... Hijikata actually manages to let out some sort of laugh? it's VERY short lived however. mostly because he notices that it wasn't a laugh ... on purpose, so he instantly covers his mouth with his sleeve. eyebrows furrowing. ]
Don't call me an idiot, or I'll tape your mouth shut.
[ >:( ]
PUNCHES U IN THE MOUTH WITH MY....fist
so after brushing as many petals aside as he can, he reaches forward, and he originally wanted to cup hijikata's face in his hands and pull his cheeks, but... since his sleeve is in the way, he settles for gently tugging at that sleeve, instead. ]
Aah, you're laughing! You laughed! [ he's smiling in amazement, like a child who's seen its first rainbow.
it's time to remind hijikata for the 24924295752th time that he is completely immune to those threats, even if his leggy wasn't broken. still, there's something fond about the way that he whispers, rather than anything malicious — ]
Idiot.
>:( what did ij ust say,
[ no... he fucked up. he let his guard down! this is the worst. this is embarrassing. he averts his eyes so he doesn't have to see Tsurumaru's bright smile in response to Hijikata actually showing... (low voice) emotions. ]
You saw me do something weird. Forget about it.
[ No! he's the awful demon vice-commander that doesn't know how to laugh. what is laughing? no... he can't do that. impossible. Tsurumaru was just imagining it! ]
you said hell yeah just sock me where it hurts >:)
[ because hijikata's room still looks as if spring had just blossomed inside it, and if he asks any other sword about this phenomenon, he's one dead samurai.
anyway, since tsurumaru loves to die, he seizes this opportunity to do one thing: he surprise-cups his hands around hijikata's face, and then proceeds to squish his cheeks relentlessly — until he can get him to lift his gaze again.
and then when he does, he gives him this tiny smile. ] I'd say we're even, don't you think?
i./ you're grounded.
and naturally, when he's seized by the cheeks Hijikata struggles to pull away. his expression gets grumpier by the second! how can someone be SO GRUMPY all the time!? the mysteries... ]
Hey - stop it! [ slowly pries Tsurumaru's hands off... stop!!! he manages to grab Tsurumaru's wrists and push them away from his face... thankfully, Hijikata isn't a man to blush easily so his embarrassment doesn't show in that way... but he is, indeed, embarrassed. you can probably tell by how much his eyebrows are kind of twitching as he tries to keep that serious grumpy expression on his face... ]
Don't ever do that again. Ever. You hear me? [ he can only look away again with a click of his tongue. almost like a pouty child, honestly. ]
ground me all u want u don't have leggies :P
Why not? It was fun.
[ except, he's still sparkling brightly, because squishing hijikata's face was perhaps even more precious than touching the bottom of a kitten's pawpads. therefore, somehow... tsuru's managing to look like the world's purest bean and the world's biggest menace at the same time.
but tsuru's tired of hijikata doing this looking-away thing, so he wiggles his fingers as obnoxiously as possible, striving for maximum annoyance, but his words come out far more kindly — in this gentle tone, because even as he's away, tsuru sees hijikata's eyebrows doing the twitching thing... and he knows. ]
If you won't look at me when you say that, I won't listen to you.
[ to be fair, he wouldn't listen anyway, but shhhh. ]
uhm i have one leg and thats enough to kick an ass
is this what you want, Tsuru... is this what you want! of course, Hijikata is naturally going to be extremely stubborn about this because Tsuru loves to press his buttons? how many buttons are going to be pressed, who knows.
not that he's.. actually mad. he's just trying to hide that embarrassment with a grumpy expression? #TheHijikataToshizouWay ]
I'm not letting go until you agree to never do it again.
[ yeah... ]
leans across desk seductively kick my ass with that leg
as if he'd been told something pleasant, tsurumaru's expression brightens — because to him, it is pleasant, even if he's taking some liberties in interpretation, and his interpretation is probably not what hijikata meant at all. ]
Really? So you'll hold on until you die?
[ even if it's for such a simple, tiny reason, he likes hearing that he won't be let go of. but tsurumaru's staring at him vibrantly, expectantly, despite how he knows that hijikata will probably say no. ]
STOP
of course, at the defeat of Tsurumaru not agreeing, he lets go. except, a quick flick is delivered to Tsurumaru's forehead. Hijikata only huffs in response. ]
I don't think I want to die like that.
[ dying while holding someone's hands... sounds like something Harada would say, honestly. ] I'll reiterate though. Don't do that ever again - or I'll just tie your hands together instead.
[ which means he won't have to do the holding! perfect... ]
make me :/ :\
Ow, ow...
[ he winces, reaching up to shield himself, and it stings!!! it stings a lot!!!! so he sits there for a while, emitting a tiny whining noise, like he's going to cry but he doesn't cry.
why won't hijikata do the holding, why is he like this?? either way, he bounces back quickly enough to back another retort, sticking his tongue out first. ]
Then I'll just do it again, but with my feet. I mean, I wouldn't want my face held like that, so is tying my hands together really the best option you can come up with?