[He's still embarrassed and hates that he didn't even get a chance to properly clean up to meet his precious previous master!! But Kanesada listens to Hijikata's story and underneath the words, there's a warmth, obvious affection. It's comforting...and familiar. His Hijikata loved his friends. It's clear this one is the same.
And, of course, it's funny to imagine Kunihiro in a less-than-spectacular situation, especially because compared to his own, Kanesada's probably got the better end of the deal.
He can't help but smile a little bit.]
No, I bet you still managed to look cool, somehow.
[Because it's Hijikata, of course! As for his name, well. He shrugs, trying to appear unaffected, but really he's so happy that any Hijikta would acknowledge him at all. Even if it is still weird to think the rules don't apply here.]
You can call me whatever you want. I was your sword, after all.
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And, of course, it's funny to imagine Kunihiro in a less-than-spectacular situation, especially because compared to his own, Kanesada's probably got the better end of the deal.
He can't help but smile a little bit.]
No, I bet you still managed to look cool, somehow.
[Because it's Hijikata, of course! As for his name, well. He shrugs, trying to appear unaffected, but really he's so happy that any Hijikta would acknowledge him at all. Even if it is still weird to think the rules don't apply here.]
You can call me whatever you want. I was your sword, after all.