[That gets a genuine peal of laughter, followed rather immediately by a laborious fit of coughing. It takes him a while to get it under control, struggling for rasping breaths in between, a cloth pressed hard to his mouth. He is shaking faintly once it passes, weak from dyspnea, but there is a tired smile on his blood-stained lips as he leans heavily against the wall for a while.]
Not used to it, exactly. But there used to be other members of the Shinsengumi here for a while, before they disappeared. One of the first I met was the other Okita Souji - and he seemed like he was used to it, at least a bit. Guessed pretty quickly who I was. [There's a touch of resignation in his voice, because of course it was the condition that had clued the man in. It seemed like that was an inevitable fact of their collective existence.]
We were quite different. He was taller than me, reddish brown hair, green eyes - and he seemed a bit sharper somehow, maybe more... ah, perhaps cynical is the right word. [He sighs, absently smoothing down his own blankets.] I'm used to Shinpachi-san being tiny and sly, but that one was big and muscular, and pretty loud and straightforward. Sano-san is supposed to be loud, however, but he was quieter. Heisuke-san was more childish, less flirtatious. Hajime-san didn't have any spiritual powers at all.
But it was still all them, see? Some little things still overlapped, they knew more or less the same history, and they were unmistakeably Shinsengumi - even if they kept staring at me weirdly and being confused about any Okita Souji looking like a girl.
[His lips quirk in amusement. It's not like he hasn't had that reaction back in his own world sometimes. Then he tilts his head thoughtfully.] They're not the Shinsengumi from your place either, then? [The lack of immediate recognition is pretty notable.]
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Not used to it, exactly. But there used to be other members of the Shinsengumi here for a while, before they disappeared. One of the first I met was the other Okita Souji - and he seemed like he was used to it, at least a bit. Guessed pretty quickly who I was. [There's a touch of resignation in his voice, because of course it was the condition that had clued the man in. It seemed like that was an inevitable fact of their collective existence.]
We were quite different. He was taller than me, reddish brown hair, green eyes - and he seemed a bit sharper somehow, maybe more... ah, perhaps cynical is the right word. [He sighs, absently smoothing down his own blankets.] I'm used to Shinpachi-san being tiny and sly, but that one was big and muscular, and pretty loud and straightforward. Sano-san is supposed to be loud, however, but he was quieter. Heisuke-san was more childish, less flirtatious. Hajime-san didn't have any spiritual powers at all.
But it was still all them, see? Some little things still overlapped, they knew more or less the same history, and they were unmistakeably Shinsengumi - even if they kept staring at me weirdly and being confused about any Okita Souji looking like a girl.
[His lips quirk in amusement. It's not like he hasn't had that reaction back in his own world sometimes. Then he tilts his head thoughtfully.] They're not the Shinsengumi from your place either, then? [The lack of immediate recognition is pretty notable.]