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Mr. Pet Play and Tears ([personal profile] hijiwanwan) wrote2015-09-14 12:06 am
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I'm not here at the moment, so if you have something to say then do it. Speak up. I'll get to it later.


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gravesite: dns (▶ what's all the trouble)

the dark manbot also took our real hijikata

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's strange, he thinks — for a number of reasons. the excuse is valid, but there are a few other things that concern him. what if he goes out there and starts doing weird things in public! with hiji's face! hijikata will have to pay the price for that, probably. ]

He's not very like you, then, if you got him to listen to you. A few days ago, wasn't he all bitter about being shoved into a closet?

[ a few days ago... a week ago... a few weeks ago... they're all the same thing.

but it's not as if tsurumaru can come up with a valid reason, so he ignores the oddness of the situation again, instead opting to go take care of the latter. ]


Then, come with me — I'll make you some.

[ but seeing him reattach his swords, he frowns, just a little. ] Are you going to bring your swords with you?
gravesite: dns (102)

AAAAA UME YIPS IN THE BACKGROUND

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ AAAA be careful hijibot, your bitterness is showing... but he thinks hijikata's just angry because he spilled ink on himself? yeah, that's it!

but then he sounds angry again, and then tsurumaru falters a little, because being snapped at makes him nervous. ]


You don't have to sound so angry, you know — I was just asking...

[ now he's even more suspicious!! and now he's sad!! hmm... he decides to extend his hand, though, holding it out towards hijikata. ]

Then, let me hold your hand on the way there.
gravesite: dns (oh)

not if i can help it *stuffs her into jacket*

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ at this rate, hijibot will be the first one to discover coffee, rather than hijikata... tsuru did learn how to make a new coffee, though, so he'll show hijikata some time!

anyway, while he's perfectly happy with hijikata's sudden compliance in holding his hand, it's a little concerning... so he's going to voice it! ]


You usually don't take my hand this easily — you don't even like it when I do that chin-head thing.

[ you know, the whole resting chin on head thing! that hijibot probably doesn't know about, unless hijikata's told him. ]

First, you're angry, and then you're nice like this. Is something wrong today?
gravesite: (130)

she's mine now

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh... he didn't comment on it. again, strange!! because hijikata always gets so angry about chin on head, and it makes tsurumaru laugh, even if he sometimes incurs injuries that would usually have to be fixed through a few hours of repair...

but hijikata pulls his hand away before tsurumaru can notice, so no matter how much he tries to avoid it, all he ends up squeezing is empty air. ]


Wait — [ now his hand is lonely...... look what you did. you gave a perfectly good hand loneliness.

so he looks hijikata in the eye and holds out his hand again, because he's stubborn and he doesn't like takebacks!! and now, he's just offended. ]
Put it back.
gravesite: (134)

no????? all mine... you make her lift leg

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's gotten a little used to being held by now, but he won't get used to it entirely — which is why he tries to pull away at first, surprised more by the suddenness of the gesture than the situation itself; it's hijikata, after all, and he's prone to doing things like... this.

that still doesn't change how much he freezes up, his breath nervously catching in his throat. and no matter how much he tries to focus on his words, he ends up fumbling for them anyway, composure rapidly slipping away by the second. one day, it's not going to scare him to death!! one day!!!

but to hijikata, that just probably looks like he's really embarrassed... and he is, to an extent, especially when he speaks like that... ]


Then, what do you want? A kiss?

[ that's what he usually asks for, right? ]
gravesite: meniscus; dnt (155)

um the only fool here is u (red frown emoji)

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the silence lasts long enough to make him fidget, but it's not enough to force hijikata to let go, or anything — not that he'd want him to, but ugh, why is he like this?

but tsurumaru does see that as a thinly veiled insult, rather than a challenge... and it makes him a little angry! so he narrows his eyes a little, sounding blatantly displeased when he speaks up again. ]


What do you mean by disappointing? Have I ever disappointed you before?

[ has he, hijibot!!!! has he!!! ]
gravesite: dns (▶ and i bade the sky therein)

do you know where we're going? church

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-21 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for some reason, the gesture feels unnatural — hijikata, in general, is a touchy person, and tsurumaru always likes the warmth that radiates from his hands, reminding him that he's alive and well. but the hand against his face right now is cold, even colder than his own skin.

if anything, it reminds him of the hands of corpses, after their warmth has already faded away; of things that aren't alive. (or things that were never alive to begin with.)

and therefore, out of instinct and self-preservation, he immediately slaps hijikata's hand away, glaring at him with a degree of animosity unusual even for him. while he hasn't come to the specific conclusion of the true reason, he knows that humans that are alive are very warm — it's his confirmation that they're still with him.

so, what is he supposed to make of this... his tone is icy, as he continues. ]


Before you teach me anything, you're going to answer that question.
Edited (im sorry i just wanted to change my icon) 2016-04-21 23:53 (UTC)
gravesite: dns (▶ i'll come to you on my hands and knees)

the lord will find you in your dreams

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-22 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's not that he's not used to being handled in a rough manner, pushed and shoved this way and that — his history has that type of treatment spelled out all over it; it's just that he hadn't expected it from hijikata.

while he's still shocked into silence, trying to comprehend these actions that seem to have no explanation, he just stares, wide-eyed, back at him. out of all of this, he understands just one thing: and it's that he's being threatened, and not in hijikata's usual way. ]


Hijikata, you... [ it's not as if he's dead, but for once, he's not rushing into death's arms.

instead, he presses his back further against the wall, edging away from the blade as best as he can, mere millimeters. he'll try to find his voice again; it comes out as a desperate whisper. ]


What are you doing?
gravesite: dns (▶ i could see your raring fear)

we all need jesus but especially you

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-22 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ hijibot will find himself thoroughly disappointed, though, as tsurumaru decides to make it clear that by now, he's caught on. most of his act is bravado, though, because the fact that he's being put at swordpoint by something that looks way too much like hijikata is, well, going to leave a lasting impression in his mind.

so he takes a deep breath, putting all of his effort into keeping his voice steady, since the last thing that he wants hijibot to pick up on is that he's still just as frightened; the first phrase — that he wants him all to himself — is one that frequently comes out of the mouths of collectors and thieves while staring at him, and it makes him remember things that he doesn't want to remember. ]


How can I love you, when I don't love you at all? [ although his voice does shake, just a bit — so there's a pause, before he continues more gently. ]

But I do love him. I love the Hijikata that gets angry at me for messing up, that yells at me for surprising him too many times, that constantly calls me a child and then goes ahead and tells me all of these dirty things, without any kind of shame, but then tries to deny it when I call him kind.

That annoying, bothersome, kind person is someone that I love, more than anyone else that currently exists in the entire world. And if he asks me to, I wouldn't even mind being owned by him for the rest of his life. [ which is mostly a reference to how he was constantly owned BUT, hijikata's filthy kink might take it another way...

but back to the situation at hand! his wistful expression quickly turns back into an angry glare, looking at hijibot with impatience. ]


Keeping me here like this isn't going to make me love you any more.
gravesite: dns (104)

but what if jesus is fake... fake priest

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-22 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
Kill me? My, you're even more possessive than he is. [ ah... his voice still shakes a little, but if it's out of fear, anticipation, or both is indistinguishable.

he swiftly dodges to the side, although the blade will manage to slice through the side of his jacket (but, given how fluffy his jacket is, it practically functions as a pseudo-shield), and before hijikata has a chance to draw his blade back, tsurumaru will reach out to give him a swift kick —

— and manages to dislodge the unused blade from his hip, quickly grabbing kanesada and unsheathing it (it? him? sorry, kanesan) — of course, with kanesada being an uchigatana, there's a length shortage that he has to keep in mind.

blade pointed at hijikata, now — he lifts his chin, to make himself look even braver! because even if hijibot is just a bot, he probably knows all of hijikata's talent with a sword, to an extent. at least, far better than tsurumaru knows kanesada. so he's going to...... bluff? ]


If you know what's good for you, you won't take on the task of killing an unkillable sword.
gravesite: dns (164)

pours holy water on him too

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-22 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Don't talk about me like I'm some precious treasure for your amusement. [ he hisses, practically bristling with anger, but all of that comes to a halt when hijibot offers that proposal, as he thinks. in hindsight, death is probably more convenient, because life leads to death, but death leads to nothing, like a security blanket.

but making that decision on his own would be selfish — and with hijikata, he can't afford to be selfish. if he ever dies with hijikata, it's not going to be here, and it's not going to be today. although, tsurumaru snaps back from his deliberation a moment too late, and the blow ends up mostly connecting, effortlessly slicing through white fabric and grazing more of his upper arm than he'd expected.

it hurts — in a stinging way that's almost enough for him to let go, and he gasps; but in a last-ditch effort, he grips the handle of the sword with everything he has, trying to push back hijikata's blade with his own, the shrill sound of metal grating together filing the air. still, tsurumaru's hold isn't firm, and if hijibot pushes against his blade just a little more, the sword will certainly go clattering out of tsurumaru's hands with ease.

but, until then. ]
I wouldn't mind dying with him — but humans all have a strong will to live.

Therefore, for his sake, I won't take you up on that.
gravesite: (134)

why is our do-m and do-s backwards like this

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ from the moment that he feels his footing slip, he knows that he's made a grave mistake.

what remains of his seemingly confident composure falls apart right then, his breath coming quickly, shallowly; not that he can manage any more than that, actually, given the weight pushing down against his chest. and he follows the blade with his eyes, somehow trying to sink further against the floor, as if he can, despite hijikata's floors not being made out of soft carpet material — so ultimately, backing away is useless.

— along with anything else that he could have done to avoid that.

there's a gasp, as he turns his head, and even as he watches blood soak into the sleeve of his jacket, he doesn't understand; he finds that his heart hurts along with his arm, not just because it's just been pressed down on, and he doesn't understand.

it's not a fatal injury by any means, but it hurts just as much collectively.

he looks back up at him wordlessly, for a few seconds, and he seems far more shocked than angry — that this bot would do this, with hijikata's appearance; and then, he slowly lifts his free arm to try to push the blade back out. of course, he isn't strong enough to manage that with one hand; he's not a strong sword, by any means. ]
gravesite: dns (99)

we Hecked up

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-23 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's surely something, realizing that for the first time in a while, he's afraid of death and everything else in between; no, he's not just afraid — he's terrified, to the point where he feels as if something could very well snap within him. hijikata has always made threats of a particular nature, threats that tsurumaru would usually dare him to follow through with. so given this situation, it's not unlikely that the robot would execute those same threats; he's sure that the robot wouldn't hesitate to cut him up, slowly, until he bleeds to his own death, and much to his own surprise, that doesn't excite him at all.

it also scares him, not knowing where hijikata is, or whether he's okay or not; all he knows is that hijikata is alive somewhere, but that doesn't do anything to ease his worry. so in these next crucial moments, he gathers up all of the hope that he has and wishes, fervently, that if a higher being exists out there, to see him one more time. but maybe, everything in the universe aligns at once, because suddenly, there's the noise of tearing paper from behind him, and then there's — ]


Hijikata...

[ — looking far more disheveled than he'd thought, but he's still too exhausted and shocked to cry — either out of joy or relief — or to feel any kind of happiness, so for now, he stares at hijikata blankly, as if it would help him process the current situation any further. but there's not a single part of him that doubts that hijikata will win over the robot; because he's hijikata, and he doesn't lose.

but the sword... yes! the sword... that much, he understands. reaching forward, he'll pluck the wakizashi off of the ground, holding it out to hijikata with his uninjured arm. ]

ugh so am i this was a Ride

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why!! not!!!!

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AAAAA WHY CANT WE NAP

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but why do you want to live

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stop i dont believe in chill

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no it's cold ;__;

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