[ but what if the chair follows the blanket rope out the window... he'll just hope that doesn't happen — or he'll hope it does happen, because he loves to die? ]
I did! I dropped myself — I mean, my sword. [ he peers back over the edge of the window to confirm, and ah yes, there it is... wedged firmly in the ground.
so he climbs up onto the windowsill carefully, taking the rope in one hand, his sheath in the other... and then just kind of
jumps
with no rope in hand
he does land on the ground in one piece, though, if only due to being a spirit — and immediately glances back up at the window, waving his arms over his head. he's not sure if hijikata can hear him, really, but just in case, he stops waving to cup his hands around his mouth. ]
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I did! I dropped myself — I mean, my sword. [ he peers back over the edge of the window to confirm, and ah yes, there it is... wedged firmly in the ground.
so he climbs up onto the windowsill carefully, taking the rope in one hand, his sheath in the other... and then just kind of
jumps
with no rope in hand
he does land on the ground in one piece, though, if only due to being a spirit — and immediately glances back up at the window, waving his arms over his head. he's not sure if hijikata can hear him, really, but just in case, he stops waving to cup his hands around his mouth. ]
Did you see that? Were you surprised?