The Kaientai wouldn't be considered a neutral entity if we were to be selective of our clientele, now would we? I can't say I've done dealings with the man before, not off the top of my head, but I'll be sure to keep this new information in mind come the future.
[ a pause, businessman's smile frozen before giving way to something a little more natural, his stiffened posture melting back into the slack laziness of a man at lunch. ]
He can't be that bad, can he? He's so small!
[ what Sakamoto did was never without purpose. here, in the Kaientai's dealings, everything. where the chance for peaceful resolution existed, he was there. if he could prevent further carnage, further war, further strife, he would. if it meant bowing his head and crawling through the dirt, so be it; he'd done it a hundred times before up until now.
forsaking the sword didn't make a man any less a samurai.
he protected his country, his goddamn planet in his own way. ]
[hijikata snorts at the "small" statement, realising with amusement that takasugi does have a shorter stature than most; but the amusement doesn't last long. minute and dwindling, his eyes strain on his empty bowl of food.]
[takasugi is someone to fear. hijikata knows that. he knows less than an ounce of what that fear entails, and yet here he is worried that he'll be caught making fun of this lurking shadow.]
[he lights up a cigarette, a welcome taste after his meal.]
[ it's a sticky situation now, Sakamoto knows. playing at peaceful, domestic bliss with one of Japan's most wanted radicals. the problem with madmen was that they weren't all that mad, sharp and destructive things with brilliant minds, and it's always been the intellect that's made a man dangerous.
he wonders how well he can hold back the tide of such a guy. he wonders if he'll be able to spare good men like hijikata and the less-than-savoury like gintoki and katsura from takasugi's brand of trouble.
it's worth a shot, at least ]
You make it sound like I'm going to engage him in a duel. Do I look like a sword-waving bravo to you? Aa?
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[ a pause, businessman's smile frozen before giving way to something a little more natural, his stiffened posture melting back into the slack laziness of a man at lunch. ]
He can't be that bad, can he? He's so small!
[ what Sakamoto did was never without purpose. here, in the Kaientai's dealings, everything. where the chance for peaceful resolution existed, he was there. if he could prevent further carnage, further war, further strife, he would. if it meant bowing his head and crawling through the dirt, so be it; he'd done it a hundred times before up until now.
forsaking the sword didn't make a man any less a samurai.
he protected his country, his goddamn planet in his own way. ]
no subject
[takasugi is someone to fear. hijikata knows that. he knows less than an ounce of what that fear entails, and yet here he is worried that he'll be caught making fun of this lurking shadow.]
[he lights up a cigarette, a welcome taste after his meal.]
I wouldn't underestimate him.
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he wonders how well he can hold back the tide of such a guy. he wonders if he'll be able to spare good men like hijikata and the less-than-savoury like gintoki and katsura from takasugi's brand of trouble.
it's worth a shot, at least ]
You make it sound like I'm going to engage him in a duel. Do I look like a sword-waving bravo to you? Aa?