While I’m not sure about love blooming on the battlefield, I can feel myself turning toward him to soak up the light of his praise.
“You’re like Sonic the Hedgehog with a scalpel!”
The man’s just fountaining blood out of his hand at this point.
Look. You’re not wrong. There are people who have considerably worse injuries than you. I helped carry two of them down. I am covered in the blood of people I know and cared about in a past incarnation. But they are already getting a great deal of care, and these types of “no, I’ll just push through it” injuries are the sorts of things that can go real wrong in a couple of weeks, or even longer.
SHOW ME THE HAND THAT HAS TOUCHED GOD THAT I MIGHT BASK IN ITS GLORY
I mean uh
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I mean uh what if we kept you from dying
the SOUND he makes following this
There a brief moment of silence, and then he fills it.
I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything, but… yeah…
Well, Kondou asked, and I can’t make Papa Bear mad, can I?
It’s true! We are shorthanded because our men are quite literally shitting themselves stupid. A food poisoning epidemic has swept through the Shinsengumi camp, sidelining a considerable number of their rank and file. It is a cause for concern for the captains, which leads to Sano’s suggestion:
I cannot be hearing this right.
Saito points out that “they” stop listening to orders as soon as they see blood. “It’s rather inconvenient,” he says, calmly, dispassionately.
I CANNOT be hearing this right.
I am choosing not to hear any more of this.
I am squeezing my eyes shut and clamping my hands over my ears so I can continue not hear the things that outside forces allege me to be hearing about who is and isn’t dead and the current state of their rotation.
A short time later, a voice asks if I am all right, to which I can only squeak out “OVERWHELMED!!!!” in a very mature and reasonable fashion.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
Say no. I will say no. I will say no, I don’t want to. I will say, no I can’t. I will say no, it’s too dangerous. I will say no, it’s not the place for me. I will say no, I can do more from here.
The streets of Kyoto, full of distractions for a budding little samurai like me. Full of bald men! So many bald men! So many people with KNOWLEDGE of bald men. Hello I am searching for a man with a receding hairline who might be uncomfortable about it, what do you mean that’s the entirety of the political right
There are a LOT of people out here.
Oh, I love festivals! Street food, vendors set up at every corner, someone shouting DOLLAR WATER DOLLAR WATER GET WATER FOR A DOLLAR WE GOT DOLLAR WATER GET A DRINK FOR A DOLLAR IT’S YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR WATER
What kind of festival, Okita?
why are you like this
I leave Okita and his off-key rendition of Roxanne alone and resume asking bald men if they have seen their king.
A lead! Time to LEAP into action! GIVE them the business! BUST some caps! DETECT some crimes!
Hijikata has a reason, though, and it’s not just that he’s a colossal dick — and remind me to return to that later, girl. No, wait, uh, what was I saying?
Oh right, politics.
There is increased activity happening from the Choshu Domain, which is making Kyoto an increasingly dangerous place to be. Hijikata isn’t just crushing my dreams like the giant needle-claw lady in that horny zombie game, he’s being thoughtful. He just expresses it like a war criminal.
Awwww, Tails misses me! He wants me to be with him! He’s my friend! You’re my friend too, Tails! You’re great!
I am suspicious of any and all nice things you say about or to me.
WHY WOULD I MAKE THAT VOW
THAT IS A TERRIBLE VOW
Okita stresses, again, that they can keep tabs on me and keep me safe.
Are you… wait, are you worried? Are you concerned? About me?
You are! You’re actually worried about me! You don’t want me to come to harm! You don’t want anything bad to happen to me! You actually care! You motherfucker, you actually care!
Well, let me tell you something, Toshizo Hijikata.