[ it's comforting, to know that he isn't alone — that at the very least, they can be alone together, and two alone people being together is far less lonely than being alone on your own. tsurumaru is close enough to where he can feel hijikata's movements when he nods, and he likes that — that the body that he's pressed against him is, for once, giving him every sign that it's still alive.
but wow!! two can play at this game of stubbornness, this is why tsurumaru practices extra hard at being a five-year-old everyday. so as hijikata continues to claim that death won't come for him, tsurumaru will continue to refuse to believe that — because to him, it's ridiculous. humans can't just claim that they won't die? either way, though... he knows that he's found an interesting human — and he certainly doesn't want to let him go.
maybe it's hijikata's magic skill at calming children, but that does manage to wind him down, slowly — he takes deep breaths, until he stops hiccuping every time he breathes. ]
I won't believe you.
[ before anything else, he lifts his head and pulls away just a bit, enough to put his hands on hijikata's shoulders and to look him in the eye, and his cheeks are red and he does look as if he's just cried a whole lot... but still, he smiles. ]
And because I won't, I'll have to stay by your side forever, to make sure that you don't die. That is, if you'll let me.
[ at this rate, even if hijikata tries to get rid of him, he'll be like a cat clinging to its favorite resting spot. but he is kind of getting self-conscious about his expression, though, so he briefly dips his head to wipe at his face, until there are less tears everywhere and until he thinks he looks far more presentable.
and then regretfully, he untangles the rest of his limbs from hijikata's, rising steadily to his feet, before offering him an outstretched hand. ]
Shouldn't we worry about yours, first? I can be fixed with resources, and unlike you, I can walk just fine.
*adjust cowboy hat* *spits* *saunters away while gripping belt buckle*
[ ah, geez. should Hijikata be offended that Tsurumaru doesn't believe him? maybe just a bit, because he's very serious about his words! it almost feels like he's the one being babysitted, almost. he lifts his shoulders to shrug. ]
Do what you like.
[ sure, he's still probably going to be the same old grump that is practically glued to his desk everyday doing paperwork. but he isn't the type of guy that pushes people away, well, the ones he finds important to some extent especially.
although, seeing the outstretched hand... he feels a bit stubborn at this! besides, leave it to Hijikata to worry about other people instead of himself (like a worry-some mother, really). habit of looking over a ton of troops, probably. instead of immediately grabbing for it he first has to pick up his own sword and sheathe it- there's no way he would forget about it. then he takes the entire sword out of his cloth-like belt. ]
It's fine... This injury is nothing.
[ he plants the tip of Kanesada's sheathe into the ground and attempts to use it as a way to hoist himself up!
... But he is clearly struggle though, he's obviously tired from the previous events so there's not much strength left in him... his arms are shaking, and so are his legs. even his breath seems to get a bit strained at this forced effort.
yeah, Tsuru you might need to help him. ]
are you gripping your belt that now doesn't have KANESAN
[ he doesn't expect a definite answer — in fact, he hadn't expected anything that sounds better than that, because he knows that hijikata is a difficult, difficult person that isn't open with his feelings at all, but it's okay..... tsuru is here to bother him and to slide all of his papers off of his desk and be tea!!!!
he also doesn't expect hijikata to take his hand, either, but he really hadn't seen the events after that coming — he expected him to struggle, but for him to actually stab the ground with the sheath of kanesada, and to try to use him as some kind of cane... this is sword mistreatment! tsurumaru is not having this!!
immediately, he moves to holds hijikata up, prying kanesada out of his hand and messily slinging him (him? it?) on his own belt, next to his own blade. and given that tsurumaru's clothes probably weigh half of his spirit form in the first place, tacking on a kanesada isn't too heavy at all. ]
Somewhere out there, Izuminokami Kanesada is crying.
[ — spoken as sarcastically as possible. hijikata will get kanesada back when he learns how to use him properly. (in reality, tsurumaru will probably give him back once he makes sure that hijikata gets some kind of treatment for his leg.) but now with kanesada put away, tsurumaru readjusts, to prop hijikata up more efficiently and less awkwardly, so that hijikata can walk, while leaning on him if he has to.
but he does look worn out... humans do have limited energy reserves, after all. ]
Do you want me to carry you, like a princess?
[ he's teasing, though!!! it's in his tone!! the sad truth is, tsurumaru is a stick and if he tried to carry hijikata, he'd drop him in .5 seconds. ]
[ now the look in Hijikata's face is very surprised and very offended. his sword! his kanesada! but at least Tsurumaru didn't just leave him to fall because he honestly would've? and Hijikata can only let out a really stubborn huff! he doesn't like the feeling of being cared over and helped. mostly because it makes him feel pretty useless, but it looks like he has no choice, huh... he was completely prepared to somehow drag himself around the best his can using Kanesada as some sort of makeshift cane (it's a sturdy sheathe though! it'd be fine!), but looks like he'll have to deal with Tsurumaru being his support for now.
well, that expression on his face doesn't last one. every time his face makes a different expression it just returns to that same very drained one from before. it's the face of a man that can really use a nap, honestly. he feels as if he closes his eyes he'll fall asleep? but..! he'll stay strong. ]
What? Hell no.
[ he can't help but stare at him in disbelief at that question too, while trying to readjust himself to lean on Tsurumaru in a way where he can still mostly feel like he's still walking on his own. ]
You probably can't even carry me... ... [ that was a general 'you look like you can't carry a grown 32 year old man' kind of statement, but also his shoulder is injured... which brings up a previous concern. ] You should at least let me bandage your shoulder real quick before it gets worse.
[ once again, worrying about Tsurumaru more than himself... and it seems like the whole 'resources' thing Tsurumaru can use flew over his head? oops. though, he could probably make a pretty easy makeshift bandage with his kimono... he's from a family that sells medicine, so making some bandage and wrapping it properly is the least he can do, really. ]
[ listen... had hijikata been a stranger, tsurumaru would have totally left him to fall. but he isn't a stranger, and he isn't even just an Acquaintance, either — he's really important, so tsurumaru will do everything in his power to make sure that he doesn't make himself look like a loser by falling!! how will he enter mikazuki's and tsurumaru's room then!! no losers allowed!
alas, it already seems as if hijikata knows the sad truth about how he probably can't princess carry anyone in the first place. his spirit form looks to only be about twenty, anyway, and he's not even of the bulkier swords; beneath his many, many layers of white clothing, it's painfully obvious, how his skin is practically splayed across his bones. hijikata's flat refusal makes tsurumaru laugh, though, because that was #stone cold.
he's used to being semi-worried about, whenever he comes back from battles in tatters, until the repair bath has become his second home. but he isn't used to being worried about just because, when there are no battles to be fought here, and therefore, his well-being should be less of a concern, and his wounded shoulder shouldn't be a problem, but...
it's why he stumbles over his words, just a bit. ]
Wh— I just said that you don't have to... I've seen worse, really!
[ despite how tsurumaru tries to dissuade him, he figures that it's respectful to accept the gesture anyway, so he peels off his jacket (or as far back as he can, with his unwounded arm). ]
[ Hijikata dismisses the 'I've seen worse' by literally not saying anything. so first he at least tries to examine the wound, although it's one he made himself so... not as deep, but then he sees the stray marks of where Hijikata tried to push the blade towards his chest area. well, thankfully it didn't get to anywhere close to the chest where it'd be pretty fatal, so there's an audible sigh of relief.
of course, he can't really do this standing up and against Tsurumaru. so, with that, he slowly lowers himself down to the ground again, holding onto whatever parts of Tsurumaru's clothes as he can before he's on the ground again. a small, annoyed 'tch' leaves his lips because ugh dealing with this leg is going to be completely annoying.
but, whatever. he's going to be the worrywort he is and just, try to fix up Tsurumaru here for now so he's not bleeding everywhere. ] Get closer too.
[ so, with the aid of Horikawa- he rips a pretty good half off of his kimono sleeve. then after sheathing that blade (Tsurumaru isn't going to take this one away from him either) rips that into good, long enough straps of length to wrap around the wound... ]
Okay, here. This should do. [ wrapping the cloth around the wound a few times doesn't take too long, and he easily finishes it off with an experimental tug, then ties it. he's pretty confident in his bandaging abilities because he does it a lot! but juuust to make sure: ] Not too tight?
[ you know, he didn't actually expect hijikata to be good at this. but he'll get a bit closer, trying to make hijikata's Bandaging Endeavors just that much more easier, despite how hijikata's face still looks grumpy and rude!
and ah.... oh no.... he's ripping his own kimono into strips...... but somehow, being this fretted over is flattering — understanding that he's being fixed not because of who he is, nor to up his resale value, but because he's being cared about, and while it's a little foreign, it makes him happy. so once hijikata's finished bandaging, tsurumaru moves his arm a bit, and it doesn't hurt at all — instead, it feels taut and properly done. ]
Nope! You're better at this than I thought. You might be even better than me.
[ considering how many times he's bandaged his own injuries in the repair room, he's impressed!! though, that's enough attention on him, who can easily be fixed with resources anyway; he carefully pulls hijikata back up, re-supporting him once he manages to stand again. ]
But, come on — we're going to the hospital to fix you up too, whether you like it or not.
[ and whether hijikata agreed or not..... tsurumaru drags him there anyway....................the end!!!!!!! ]
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hijiwanwan) wrote2015-10-17 10:49 pm
NO!!!! YOU JUST RELAX COWBOY
but wow!! two can play at this game of stubbornness, this is why tsurumaru practices extra hard at being a five-year-old everyday. so as hijikata continues to claim that death won't come for him, tsurumaru will continue to refuse to believe that — because to him, it's ridiculous. humans can't just claim that they won't die? either way, though... he knows that he's found an interesting human — and he certainly doesn't want to let him go.
maybe it's hijikata's magic skill at calming children, but that does manage to wind him down, slowly — he takes deep breaths, until he stops hiccuping every time he breathes. ]
I won't believe you.
[ before anything else, he lifts his head and pulls away just a bit, enough to put his hands on hijikata's shoulders and to look him in the eye, and his cheeks are red and he does look as if he's just cried a whole lot... but still, he smiles. ]
And because I won't, I'll have to stay by your side forever, to make sure that you don't die. That is, if you'll let me.
[ at this rate, even if hijikata tries to get rid of him, he'll be like a cat clinging to its favorite resting spot. but he is kind of getting self-conscious about his expression, though, so he briefly dips his head to wipe at his face, until there are less tears everywhere and until he thinks he looks far more presentable.
and then regretfully, he untangles the rest of his limbs from hijikata's, rising steadily to his feet, before offering him an outstretched hand. ]
Shouldn't we worry about yours, first? I can be fixed with resources, and unlike you, I can walk just fine.
*adjust cowboy hat* *spits* *saunters away while gripping belt buckle*
Do what you like.
[ sure, he's still probably going to be the same old grump that is practically glued to his desk everyday doing paperwork. but he isn't the type of guy that pushes people away, well, the ones he finds important to some extent especially.
although, seeing the outstretched hand... he feels a bit stubborn at this! besides, leave it to Hijikata to worry about other people instead of himself (like a worry-some mother, really). habit of looking over a ton of troops, probably. instead of immediately grabbing for it he first has to pick up his own sword and sheathe it- there's no way he would forget about it. then he takes the entire sword out of his cloth-like belt. ]
It's fine... This injury is nothing.
[ he plants the tip of Kanesada's sheathe into the ground and attempts to use it as a way to hoist himself up!
... But he is clearly struggle though, he's obviously tired from the previous events so there's not much strength left in him... his arms are shaking, and so are his legs. even his breath seems to get a bit strained at this forced effort.
yeah, Tsuru you might need to help him. ]
are you gripping your belt that now doesn't have KANESAN
he also doesn't expect hijikata to take his hand, either, but he really hadn't seen the events after that coming — he expected him to struggle, but for him to actually stab the ground with the sheath of kanesada, and to try to use him as some kind of cane... this is sword mistreatment! tsurumaru is not having this!!
immediately, he moves to holds hijikata up, prying kanesada out of his hand and messily slinging him (him? it?) on his own belt, next to his own blade. and given that tsurumaru's clothes probably weigh half of his spirit form in the first place, tacking on a kanesada isn't too heavy at all. ]
Somewhere out there, Izuminokami Kanesada is crying.
[ — spoken as sarcastically as possible. hijikata will get kanesada back when he learns how to use him properly. (in reality, tsurumaru will probably give him back once he makes sure that hijikata gets some kind of treatment for his leg.) but now with kanesada put away, tsurumaru readjusts, to prop hijikata up more efficiently and less awkwardly, so that hijikata can walk, while leaning on him if he has to.
but he does look worn out... humans do have limited energy reserves, after all. ]
Do you want me to carry you, like a princess?
[ he's teasing, though!!! it's in his tone!! the sad truth is, tsurumaru is a stick and if he tried to carry hijikata, he'd drop him in .5 seconds. ]
GIVE HIM BACK
well, that expression on his face doesn't last one. every time his face makes a different expression it just returns to that same very drained one from before. it's the face of a man that can really use a nap, honestly. he feels as if he closes his eyes he'll fall asleep? but..! he'll stay strong. ]
What? Hell no.
[ he can't help but stare at him in disbelief at that question too, while trying to readjust himself to lean on Tsurumaru in a way where he can still mostly feel like he's still walking on his own. ]
You probably can't even carry me... ... [ that was a general 'you look like you can't carry a grown 32 year old man' kind of statement, but also his shoulder is injured... which brings up a previous concern. ] You should at least let me bandage your shoulder real quick before it gets worse.
[ once again, worrying about Tsurumaru more than himself... and it seems like the whole 'resources' thing Tsurumaru can use flew over his head? oops. though, he could probably make a pretty easy makeshift bandage with his kimono... he's from a family that sells medicine, so making some bandage and wrapping it properly is the least he can do, really. ]
WHEN YOU LEARN HOW TO USE HIM PROPERLY
alas, it already seems as if hijikata knows the sad truth about how he probably can't princess carry anyone in the first place. his spirit form looks to only be about twenty, anyway, and he's not even of the bulkier swords; beneath his many, many layers of white clothing, it's painfully obvious, how his skin is practically splayed across his bones. hijikata's flat refusal makes tsurumaru laugh, though, because that was #stone cold.
he's used to being semi-worried about, whenever he comes back from battles in tatters, until the repair bath has become his second home. but he isn't used to being worried about just because, when there are no battles to be fought here, and therefore, his well-being should be less of a concern, and his wounded shoulder shouldn't be a problem, but...
it's why he stumbles over his words, just a bit. ]
Wh— I just said that you don't have to... I've seen worse, really!
[ despite how tsurumaru tries to dissuade him, he figures that it's respectful to accept the gesture anyway, so he peels off his jacket (or as far back as he can, with his unwounded arm). ]
BUT I DO >:(
of course, he can't really do this standing up and against Tsurumaru. so, with that, he slowly lowers himself down to the ground again, holding onto whatever parts of Tsurumaru's clothes as he can before he's on the ground again. a small, annoyed 'tch' leaves his lips because ugh dealing with this leg is going to be completely annoying.
but, whatever. he's going to be the worrywort he is and just, try to fix up Tsurumaru here for now so he's not bleeding everywhere. ] Get closer too.
[ so, with the aid of Horikawa- he rips a pretty good half off of his kimono sleeve. then after sheathing that blade (Tsurumaru isn't going to take this one away from him either) rips that into good, long enough straps of length to wrap around the wound... ]
Okay, here. This should do. [ wrapping the cloth around the wound a few times doesn't take too long, and he easily finishes it off with an experimental tug, then ties it. he's pretty confident in his bandaging abilities because he does it a lot! but juuust to make sure: ] Not too tight?
NO YOU DONT :/
and ah.... oh no.... he's ripping his own kimono into strips...... but somehow, being this fretted over is flattering — understanding that he's being fixed not because of who he is, nor to up his resale value, but because he's being cared about, and while it's a little foreign, it makes him happy. so once hijikata's finished bandaging, tsurumaru moves his arm a bit, and it doesn't hurt at all — instead, it feels taut and properly done. ]
Nope! You're better at this than I thought. You might be even better than me.
[ considering how many times he's bandaged his own injuries in the repair room, he's impressed!! though, that's enough attention on him, who can easily be fixed with resources anyway; he carefully pulls hijikata back up, re-supporting him once he manages to stand again. ]
But, come on — we're going to the hospital to fix you up too, whether you like it or not.
[ and whether hijikata agreed or not..... tsurumaru drags him there anyway....................the end!!!!!!! ]