synopsychic | closed to (his) souji.

[~~OH MY GOD SOUJI WOULD YOU TAKE A FUCKING CHILL PILL~~

His mouth is halfway open to saying that for fuck's sake, Souji, just because he's checking on him doesn't mean he's here to make sure he's not killing somebody, but then it snaps shut before the words make it out, because it may not be his entire objective here, but it's still true that the possibility existed and he had to be sure it wasn't happening.

He didn't think it would be the case this time, and he's very glad to have been right about that much, but -]

She'd tell me to make sure you lot were okay first and you know it.

[Chizuru never tells him to put her first. It's just how she is.]

[ ~~HE CAN'T YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION~~ ]

I don't know about the others, but you didn't need to come out here to see I was okay, Hijikata-san, and you know it.

[ so, yep, definitely out here to make sure he wasn't physically using some unfortunate person's body as a repeated pincushion for his blade must about sum that up. ]

I don't know, I think you've given me enough reasons to want to see it for myself.

[Mister I'M FINE AND I DON'T NEED TO LIE DOWN JUST COUGHING UP BLOOD what do you even expect anymore.]

[ wow he hasn't had a blood puking fit in a while and you know that, too—

—unless a certain child went and spilled her guts to you. ]

Are you so sure about that?

Why shouldn't I be?

Because you're old and senile.

And in seven years, you'll be, too.

I don't want to even think what Hijikata-san will have leveled up to by that point.

Someone with patience for your bullshit.

Oh? Pretty sure the older the dog is, the less chance he has of learning useful new abilities.

Maybe I'll go deaf so I don't have to listen to your bitching.

I'll make sure to write it everywhere so you don't miss a beat of it.

There's not enough paper in the world for that and we both know it.

What luck Hijikata-san is in that I am willing to sacrifice the sacred writings of our time that have stolen the rest of the paper that could be used to keep you well informed.

[ starting maybe with your haiku book. ]

Of course you are. It couldn't possibly matter what's there that's important to someone else, could it?

[Don't touch that fucking haiku book you shit.]

Would it kill you to try thinking about it from someone else's point of view every now and then, Souji?

[Because goddamn would he like to be able to just see if the man's okay without it turning into a discussion about his apparent ulterior motives, because it's not like he could possibly be worried or anything -]

Why would I do something time-wasting like that?

[ THINKING ABOUT IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE'S POINT OF VIEW, YOU SAY? to this spoiled brat?

—hahahaha. ]

It's not what I'm around to be doing.

Right. And you know what I'm not around to be doing?

Getting derailed by this kind of presumptuous bullshit when I just wanted to see how the fuck you were doing.

...I'm pretty sure I told you I was fine and you didn't need to bother going out of your way.

[ he sounds a little begrudging as he says that, tone a little quieter. ]

Go worry about everyone else. There's a lot of us again and you can only look in so many directions at once.

[ it's not just the two of them, anymore, and maybe that too is just another reason he's being such a hardhead about this. it's hard enough to open up even just a little to Hijikata alone; now that they're swarmed again with the others, they might as well have not only gone back to zero, but progressed backwards, in the process. ]

Everyone tells me they're fine.

[He doesn't finish that thought, but it's obvious enough where he's going with it - that he has a hard time believing it unless he sees it with his own eyes, because most of the Shinsengumi would cheerfully tell Hijikata they were fine even if their intestines had just been removed via their throat.

But he doesn't go into that - he just stands up, dusts himself off.]

That's because it's not like if you were told otherwise it would change a single thing.

[ other than make Hijikata more miserable, that is ]

[What, and having the wool pulled over his eyes doesn't make him feel worse? He shouldn't have ignored it, he shouldn't have assumed, he should have realized -]

Maybe not.

[But there's something very noncommittal about the way he says that - because he's thinking that it's not like being told they're fine changes anything, either, except perhaps for leaving him a little further in the dark, when he of all people shouldn't be.]

[ . . . ]

Hajime-kun is gone, right?

[ subject change ~~don't you go there with your brackets JFC~~. ]

...I haven't been able to find him since I remembered who I am.

[So yes, gone. In some dungeon dimension or...who knows where. He's not sure how to feel about it, because he doesn't see any particular reason to believe that the Trumps would do anything so generous as send anyone home when they tire of playing with them (and home doesn't always sound like such a great mercy, for them), but -

He doesn't know whether it's easier or harder without Saitou around.]

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wow did you like set this trap of irony and foreshadowing or was it coincidence

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