[For a moment Souji slowly blinks at the other Souji, his expression blank and wide-eyed, completely devoid of all recognition.]
Uhm... who are you?
[And then, after a period of time too short for the poor bastard to manage an answer, he slowly doubles over in a fit of giggles. That really doesn't sound good, with those crappy lungs of his, but that certainly doesn't seem to stop him or make him enjoy the laughter any less. Hold on a moment, he's just busy being a little shit.
Almost done.
There. Then he looks up, as discretely as possible wiping some blood off his lower lip, and grinning.]
Oh, wait. You're the famous Okita Souji, aren't you? I could probably recognize you anywhere.
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Uhm... who are you?
[And then, after a period of time too short for the poor bastard to manage an answer, he slowly doubles over in a fit of giggles. That really doesn't sound good, with those crappy lungs of his, but that certainly doesn't seem to stop him or make him enjoy the laughter any less. Hold on a moment, he's just busy being a little shit.
Almost done.
There. Then he looks up, as discretely as possible wiping some blood off his lower lip, and grinning.]
Oh, wait. You're the famous Okita Souji, aren't you? I could probably recognize you anywhere.