They're going to hurt more than the blade is going to. But, all the same, Souji will do his best to bring them up to a more competitive level with one another.
"And all the times you never listened got us" god, don't you put them together like you know anything about where the hell anythings gotten either other them, "where, exactly?" His question finishes off without yelling, dropping back to away to something more teetering on edge of so many emotions. There's so much to say, so much to throw in his face and so little time even as he takes a step forward, his gaze tipping downward enough to observe the unusual lack of care taken to clean the blade after use. But, it's been used, even if he's never made it here long enough to have to time to tend to it afterwards, that's for damn sure.
( and doesn't he know... wouldn't he actually be surprised—wouldn't they both—to know that there is one thing they've always seen the way the other wishes them to?
this is what kondou-san wanted. this man's life was what kondou-san chose to be most important to him. )
Souji doesn't need to bring up Kondou, though. It's unspoken. So much of it is unspoken and even when neither of them get way too much of what they think they completely understand, it's a mutually shared error. "...And, say, where did that sort of thing get Yamazaki-kun, anyway?"
( isn't it just ironic that even now, hijikata's choices will make this haunting never-ending competition for a man's love and attention be souji's to lose again. isn't it just like hijikata to get to remain in the light of kondou's favor, even with the other no longer present with them, while souji settles to back up towards the edge of the shadows.
—no one this competition has always been so one-sided.)
Hijikata may be used to these sorts of pains—or he should be—but Souji has never had a problem improvising on the fly in order make their experience with him a most fresh and horrifying one—regardless of their supposed veteran exposure.
no subject
"And all the times you never listened got us" god, don't you put them together like you know anything about where the hell anythings gotten either other them, "where, exactly?" His question finishes off without yelling, dropping back to away to something more teetering on edge of so many emotions. There's so much to say, so much to throw in his face and so little time even as he takes a step forward, his gaze tipping downward enough to observe the unusual lack of care taken to clean the blade after use. But, it's been used, even if he's never made it here long enough to have to time to tend to it afterwards, that's for damn sure.
( and doesn't he know... wouldn't he actually be surprised—wouldn't they both—to know that there is one thing they've always seen the way the other wishes them to?
this is what kondou-san wanted. this man's life was what kondou-san chose to be most important to him. )
Souji doesn't need to bring up Kondou, though. It's unspoken. So much of it is unspoken and even when neither of them get way too much of what they think they completely understand, it's a mutually shared error. "...And, say, where did that sort of thing get Yamazaki-kun, anyway?"
( isn't it just ironic that even now, hijikata's choices will make this haunting never-ending competition for a man's love and attention be souji's to lose again. isn't it just like hijikata to get to remain in the light of kondou's favor, even with the other no longer present with them, while souji settles to back up towards the edge of the shadows.
—no one this competition has always been so one-sided.)
Hijikata may be used to these sorts of pains—or he should be—but Souji has never had a problem improvising on the fly in order make their experience with him a most fresh and horrifying one—regardless of their supposed veteran exposure.