[The recording consists of Hijikata, his hair untied and his yukata rather sloppier than usual, sitting with his back to a tree near the stream. He's holding his hand like there should be a dish of sake in it, though there isn't, and looks distant. He's humming under his breath at first, then starts singing, and really isn't half-bad for a drunk ( Read more... )

[long pause]

...The meaning of life...hm.

...River of sakura...no, that's six syllables. Won't fit anywhere.

...Everyone's even dumber than usual today. I might be, too. Hey, Damned Page. Did you...put something in the tea? Only supposed to do that when I tell you to, idiot...