[OPEN] Is this the clink of a wine-toasted victory-
Characters: Hijikata Toshirou (mayovice) & OPEN to all on the Amestris
Content: A certain injured and over-exhausted boatswain has been confined to the infirmary, and he really isn't that all happy about it.
Setting: Infirmary, the Amestris.
Time: Across the week, so feel free to pick a random time and day~
Warnings: Grump, rage, annoyance, usual Hijikata warnings etc.
Suffice to say, Hijikata Toshirou had not been pleased when he found himself awakening to the foreign yet nostalgic (if one could put it that way) sight of shining infirmary lights and the smell of sterilized equipment and medicine all around him. What made it worse was that he had to stay in here for a whole goddamned week, because apparently the doctors decided that his injuries (which were all hardly life-threatening at all in the slightest) were enough to merit said week-long stay so that they could 'observe' (read: annoy) him and also keep him to the bed and the infirmary when he would rather be out in Solare again kicking more idiots in their head.
Thus being stuck in bed as he was now only meant that the samurai was forced to stay even though he really didn't want to, which meant that he lost his chance of venting out all of his frustrations and anger that he had been bottling up ever since... well, almost ever. Which thus meant that now Hijikata was currently feeling neither very sociable nor agreeable at any time in the near future-though then again, the man was hardly any of those things in the first place. That aside, the man wasn't that all interested in seeing anyone during his time in the infirmary.
Unfortunately, as much as he wanted that to happen, it seemed that once again life wasn't really going to grant him that wish anytime soon across the week.
Content: A certain injured and over-exhausted boatswain has been confined to the infirmary, and he really isn't that all happy about it.
Setting: Infirmary, the Amestris.
Time: Across the week, so feel free to pick a random time and day~
Warnings: Grump, rage, annoyance, usual Hijikata warnings etc.
Suffice to say, Hijikata Toshirou had not been pleased when he found himself awakening to the foreign yet nostalgic (if one could put it that way) sight of shining infirmary lights and the smell of sterilized equipment and medicine all around him. What made it worse was that he had to stay in here for a whole goddamned week, because apparently the doctors decided that his injuries (which were all hardly life-threatening at all in the slightest) were enough to merit said week-long stay so that they could 'observe' (read: annoy) him and also keep him to the bed and the infirmary when he would rather be out in Solare again kicking more idiots in their head.
Thus being stuck in bed as he was now only meant that the samurai was forced to stay even though he really didn't want to, which meant that he lost his chance of venting out all of his frustrations and anger that he had been bottling up ever since... well, almost ever. Which thus meant that now Hijikata was currently feeling neither very sociable nor agreeable at any time in the near future-though then again, the man was hardly any of those things in the first place. That aside, the man wasn't that all interested in seeing anyone during his time in the infirmary.
Unfortunately, as much as he wanted that to happen, it seemed that once again life wasn't really going to grant him that wish anytime soon across the week.