[ gosh, mom!! so scary... what are you going to do, ground him?

if anything — the bird cluelessly continues to rub its beak against hijikata, as if asking for affection, and it makes tsurumaru upset that hijikata won't give it the love that it deserves. ]

Okay, then. [ he's still smiling, blinking as he tilts his head to the side, although his eyes are opened wider than usual, and it's obvious that he's up to something more than that. ] I was wrong to assume that you could carry out something as simple as that, useless or not. There's not much else to do in this jungle, after all. I don't expect much out of the Shinsengumi swords at the Citadel, anyway — are their spoiled attitudes from their masters?

[ and all of that's spoken with the most innocent, most pure expression on his face, and if swords could sparkle, he would be dazzling. as he continues, he reaches to give the bird's beak a small pat. ]

In that case, I'll name it Hijikata. If you're not satisfied with that, then you should give it a different name.