[He can't help but laugh softly in response to such chiding, and he feels childishly pleased at such casual and familial affection, leaning unthinkingly into the light touch of Haru's hand. Even if he's not the same Okita Souji that wielded the two swords Haru owns, in moments like this it seems painfully obvious where both of them got their terrible thirst for love and acceptance, each in their own way.]
It's more like... when I was little I thought being a monster was bad. Then I was told it could be a good thing too. At least, that's what I always thought was meant.
[Hijikata will still talk about it in those terms, after all. To join the Shinsengumi, you have to become an oni. There's no judgement there - or if there is, it's certainly not directed at Souji. He sighs a bit tiredly, but the small smile still on his lips seems both more weary and more genuine.]
I can see your clever plan, you know. Haru-kun's special hot chocolate is something I could never ruin with alcohol, right? So that way, I won't drink. [Not that this really feels like much of a loss. He's managed to empty the glass, but filling up another seems like a struggle now.]
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It's more like... when I was little I thought being a monster was bad. Then I was told it could be a good thing too. At least, that's what I always thought was meant.
[Hijikata will still talk about it in those terms, after all. To join the Shinsengumi, you have to become an oni. There's no judgement there - or if there is, it's certainly not directed at Souji. He sighs a bit tiredly, but the small smile still on his lips seems both more weary and more genuine.]
I can see your clever plan, you know. Haru-kun's special hot chocolate is something I could never ruin with alcohol, right? So that way, I won't drink. [Not that this really feels like much of a loss. He's managed to empty the glass, but filling up another seems like a struggle now.]