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[mayoboro]

toushirou hijikata
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[mayoboro]

[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.]

I wouldn't underestimate him.

[shoubai]

[ 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?