[It's the return of delinquent!Hijikata, who is sitting with his back to the wall and an unlit cigarette in his mouth, just inside the entrance of the the theater. He's dressed in dark colors as usual, with tight, dark jeans, an unbuttoned, rumpled black shirt over a very tight white one, and his absurdly long hair unbound and artfully disheveled. ( Read more... )

[The cold fury in his voice might be familiar to those who were in Sieben for the War] This has gone too damned far. I don't care who they are, if they've laid a single finger on him, they are mine.

[OOC: Dude, who paid for my account again? ;A; You're awesome and I love you!]

[Hijikata is lounging--and lounging is really the only word for the way he's sprawled out--out near the athletic fields, in a snug black t-shirt and a green kilt that doesn't quite meet dress code length requirements. His hair is unbound and left purposefully, suggestively messy. He taps some ash from the end of his cigarette, takes another drag ( Read more... )