#hehathnofury

[hringmetolife]

What was it doing here?!

“Sir, be careful!”

“It’s dangerous!”

Balder reached for the man’s arm, trying to pull him away from the wolf.

Except...

It was just a very lifelike, fairly tacky wolf statue, sitting right outside of a store in the shopping district.

[nisegatana-blog]

There was a time and a place for fun and games. A time and a place for joviality. A time for goofing off. Being within the presence of Kondou-sama's closest friend was not one of those times, Nagasone rationalized in the end. Time spent with familiar faces would be well received in times like these, though in this case familiarity merely ran in a singular direction. In these forms, the Shinsengumi's weapons were unknown. They are but strangers in the eyes of their master for the most part, their only shared memories belying in experiences alone.

Nagasone was graced to be housed within the so-called "cultural sector". An invitation had been passed to Hijikata to sit with him in one of the handfuls of tea gardens if only to wind down and sink into a sense of homeliness and familiarity for just a moment's time. With this agreeable weather, such a trip is possible. He is grateful for it, truly he is. To be able to sit in familiar ambiance with someone so near and dear to Kondou-sama is a blessing on its own.

A slow inhale is taken in, early spring air tickling his lungs, cleansing from him traces of pollutants and stress that may cling to him, a combination effort of this and the level of closeness he himself felt, being within the closest presence to Kondou-sama possible-- the presence of his close ally. He does wonder, however, if Hijikata-san himself feels this same level of peace.

"Hijikata-san," began Nagasone in a humbled tone. "It's nice to see you face-to-face like this. ... I trust that this city has been treating you well?"

[ensurer]

hehathnofury

❝Hijikata-sama, have you ever wondered what the future would be like back home?❞

[scarlet-belle]

casually shoves Hijikata in here for the rating meme

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY

[pantaloonkind]

>: Feel Invincible [closed]

Dirk wasn't asleep when Desmond's announcement came over the loudspeaker. He rarely slept, and with his current lifestyle of keeping overly busy he made it so he never had to. His first thought immediately went out to Roxy, would she be all right? He thought to send her a message, but then hesitated. She'd been spending more and more time around Dickgami and he didn't want to impose where he didn't belong, so he queued up a message to send to her at a more reasonable hour, and set his focus on other matters.

Knowing there was a person much less adept at the current state of technology the city was dealing with, Dirk went out of his bedroom, dressed in his black tank top and skinny jeans, and picked up the landline that came in the apartment. He dialed a number he had looked up online once, and remembered ever since. It wasn't difficult, Dirk had a memory for numbers... or anything, really.

The phone rang a few times, and the blond began growing impatient. Did the other swordsman even know how to USE a telephone? Was he just standing there staring at it as though it was a confusing and tiny technological monster? Or was he legitimately sick, in need of help. Or was he still asleep, which would irritate the blond boy further.

Fine, he'd go and see for himself. Otherwise he'd just sit around in his apartment wondering if the guy had died.

And we've all seen how well Dirk sits around NOT bothering people he cares about.

So grabbing his katana, he headed out to Sector 002, knocking on an unfamiliar door. He might know where the grumpy samurai dude lived but he tended to avoid the industrial district unless he had a reason to be there, like searching for mechanical parts.

[reinearaignee]

hehathnofury started following you

  "What a sour countenance. Is your face perpetually stuck in such a surly position?"