[ Souji watches as Mutsu grips the hilt of his sword, hackles instinctively rising. Leave it to him to overreact at the slightest gesture. But Souji’s life has always been violence and the Shinsengumi practically bathed in it, so even meaningless gestures like that set him on edge. His own hand rests on the hilt of his katana in response. ]
Us guys?
[ It doesn’t take long for Souji to reach a conclusion. He meant the Shinsengumi, hadn’t he? They seemed to be some sort of constant sticking point for Mutsu, for reasons Souji still didn’t quite understand. He should leave now. It’s really none of his business. But Souji finds himself fixed to the floor, bristling at the sound of Mutsu’s bitter tone. Bristling, then watching that hand creep towards a sword on a bloody floor. A sword, Souji realizes a half beat too late, because his mouth is already opening to form a retort. ]
You're not being very subtle. If you mean the Shinsengumi, then just say it out loud.
[ The bloodied hand wasn't Mutsu's. It was the sword — ]
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Us guys?
[ It doesn’t take long for Souji to reach a conclusion. He meant the Shinsengumi, hadn’t he? They seemed to be some sort of constant sticking point for Mutsu, for reasons Souji still didn’t quite understand. He should leave now. It’s really none of his business. But Souji finds himself fixed to the floor, bristling at the sound of Mutsu’s bitter tone. Bristling, then watching that hand creep towards a sword on a bloody floor. A sword, Souji realizes a half beat too late, because his mouth is already opening to form a retort. ]
You're not being very subtle. If you mean the Shinsengumi, then just say it out loud.
[ The bloodied hand wasn't Mutsu's. It was the sword — ]