When riding a train, always put both hands on the handle. [Closed]
Characters: Hijikata Toshirou & Sasagawa Ryohei (mayovice & supernovae)
Content: Mr. Grumpy Boatswain has locked himself up in his quarters with all that's happening, and its up to the extreme cook to rectify this matter!
Setting: Hijikata's quarters upon the Victoria II
Time: A day after the questioning while the ship is docked in Melior.
Warnings: Extremeness, Hijikata snark and again, Too Much Mayonnaise.
This was , suffice to say, easily one of the worst times of his life. What with bombs and zombies and then the blasted questioning, Hijikata found himself really tensed up; he suspected that Edgeworth was most likely beginning to suspect him and his communication with his cousin. And to that extent, the man had cut himself off entirely from Toshizou for the past few weeks already. A part of him did miss the small bouts of conversation he had, but it was for the best. If he was discovered to have a connection with the pirates... well, it was already hard enough with him having helped Gumshoe escaped. He only hoped that the former helmsman had managed to find somewhere safe.
Event after event after event... it wasn't as if Hijikata wasn't used to it, but these things were becoming more and more unexplainable. The bombs alone were already raising questions, but then the zombies - those were even mmore questionable. Why the hell did those things swarm at where they were? It was almost as if something was after them...
The man snorted at that point, shaking his head. He was thinking far too much, as usual. Years of living how he had had made him a naturally suspicious person, and he couldn't help it. And currently, also severely annoyed as he gave a glance to his right arm still in a sling. There was still a couple of days (or a few weeks) before the cast could be taken out, and even after that he had to get his arm in proper order again after all that time in the blasted sling. It was hard, just having to rely on one hand, but he managed to make do at least - just a bit more and this shit would be over. But for now though, the man only occupied himself with his paperwork (those things never seemed to end, he swore) on his desk, hoping for some good peace and quiet after all that had happened.
Content: Mr. Grumpy Boatswain has locked himself up in his quarters with all that's happening, and its up to the extreme cook to rectify this matter!
Setting: Hijikata's quarters upon the Victoria II
Time: A day after the questioning while the ship is docked in Melior.
Warnings: Extremeness, Hijikata snark and again, Too Much Mayonnaise.
This was , suffice to say, easily one of the worst times of his life. What with bombs and zombies and then the blasted questioning, Hijikata found himself really tensed up; he suspected that Edgeworth was most likely beginning to suspect him and his communication with his cousin. And to that extent, the man had cut himself off entirely from Toshizou for the past few weeks already. A part of him did miss the small bouts of conversation he had, but it was for the best. If he was discovered to have a connection with the pirates... well, it was already hard enough with him having helped Gumshoe escaped. He only hoped that the former helmsman had managed to find somewhere safe.
Event after event after event... it wasn't as if Hijikata wasn't used to it, but these things were becoming more and more unexplainable. The bombs alone were already raising questions, but then the zombies - those were even mmore questionable. Why the hell did those things swarm at where they were? It was almost as if something was after them...
The man snorted at that point, shaking his head. He was thinking far too much, as usual. Years of living how he had had made him a naturally suspicious person, and he couldn't help it. And currently, also severely annoyed as he gave a glance to his right arm still in a sling. There was still a couple of days (or a few weeks) before the cast could be taken out, and even after that he had to get his arm in proper order again after all that time in the blasted sling. It was hard, just having to rely on one hand, but he managed to make do at least - just a bit more and this shit would be over. But for now though, the man only occupied himself with his paperwork (those things never seemed to end, he swore) on his desk, hoping for some good peace and quiet after all that had happened.