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toushirou hijikata
#1470 holly heights
( wife ) • ( shitty son ) • ( daughter )
thanks a lot, saffron

call • text • voicemail • mailbox • spam • action

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[something doesn't seem okay. was agon usually this brutal? yes, he avoided contact with the volatile football player. he doesn't move to stand or anything though, for despite the sudden tension in the air, he isn't afraid.]

Of course not. That would be contradictory to what I'm doing with my job.

[and, to spite agon, he returns to his paperwork, scribbling along]

Do you have any statement of value you want to share with me, or is only seeing me during football practice not enough?

Oh trust me, if I could avoid the face-to-face chat I probably would. You're lucky that your mirror doesn't crack in the morning, trash, with how painful you are to look at. [ He cracks his elbow in a stretch as he takes a step or two closer to the desk, pretending to be looking down at the papers over his glasses. ]

Nah, I'm here about that exact contradiction. I mean, injuring kids? It's fuckin' tabloid worthy.

[he does look up again, closing the folder of documents he was working on because it's definitely none of agon's business--as a civilian. he stands and tucks out a cigarette from the box lying around on the table]

That was an accident. The kid ran blindly into the street out of nowhere, and it's not like I left him there to rot.

[he lights the cigarette, and after inhaling, he exhales the smoke on agon's face. passive aggressive behaviour, anyone?]

What exactly do you want, Agon.

[ The tendrils of smoke curl just as his lips do, revealing vicious teeth barred in a humorless smirk. ]

What I always want. [ There's a pause here as his hand darts up, fingers pinching the end of that cigarette to put it out just as soon as it had been lit. ] Don't you know that you aren't supposed to smoke indoors, criminal? [ His other hand comes into view as he lifts it from his side, a single VHS tape dangling between two fingers. ] Even if things are an accident, someone still has to pay. And as an officer of the law, doesn't it look pretty damn bad if you give yourself a free pass on your sins? I've got all the evidence anyone would need right here.

Consider this a citizen's arrest.

[it's not a crime to smoke indoors if there's no police about not smoking--and this is his building, so ?? but hijikata refuses to correct him, because he doesn't need to explain his addiction or defend his stance to someone who, clearly, is here to prove a different point altogether.]

And what incriminating evidence am I supposed to know is in that tape?

[he would protest angrily and furious at agon's (not only) sudden barging in, but direct boldness as to steal his cigarette and getting on his personal space; but he remains calm and collected, though it is definitely straining to remain so.]

Oooh, "incriminating", that's a good word. A word that would come out of the mouth of someone with a pretty strained conscience, but what would I know about that? [ What indeed. His evil is purely unrepentant. ]

This tape contains footage of you harming a child. You think the public would really be so understanding? You're a police officer; you should take responsibility for your actions.

[harming a child? when as of recently-- fucking badou]

Listen, whatever is in that tape must have been doctored to seem like a hit and run. I'm not denying the events that happened, but they were an accident and I didn't leave the kid on his own.

[what is with people not properly knowing the difference between what is an accident and something punishable by law? seems like it's some personal beef agon has got going here.] I have already taken responsibility for what's happened.

Doctored? Why don't you tell me all about the unlimited software options available here to make that little pipe-dream a reality? Or is it just that you think someone would really care that much about you and your pathetic life that they'd go to that much effort?

[ Oh, Agon knows the difference. He's far from the dumb jock he's frequently assumed to be, but there is one other thing he is right now.

Bored.

So he circles the desk with all the cockiness and smug nonchalance in the world, a twisted grin plastered on his features as he eyes Hijikata. ] You have the right to say whatever the fuck you want, because there won't be a court of law and there won't be a jury. There's just you, me, and a cell with your name on it.

What do you say? Take actual responsibility and put all this nastiness far, far behind you.

--actually, I can think of someone with nothing on his hand but time to shame me and try to frame me for crimes that aren't really crimes. Try and talk me down, but you're as ignorant as a fly concerning my life and that matters I deal with with other people.

[hijikata circles the desk too, not quite appreciating agon making himself so comfortable in his office.]

You should like you have a fuckton of issues bottled up. Why don't you go to a therapist about it?

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