[ 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. ]
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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
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?