To Begin a Party [Closed]
Characters: Hijikata Toshirou & Kiros Seagill [mayovice & the_katals]
Content: After the hoo-haa over the lounge, Kiros goes over to get the keys to the new location on Fft's birthday bash, unexpectedly from one grumpy mayo boatswain.
Setting: Victoria II - Hijikata's Quarters
Time: Afternoon-ish, nearing night? Sometime after this, of course.
Warnings: Hijikata himself constitutes as a warning. =||||
Hijikata had no idea just what had gotten into him, in all honesty. Was he seriously getting that soft? The boatswain had to question himself as he glared at the last bits of his paperwork, perhaps hoping that laser beams might come out from his eyes and destroy the blasted things or something. And quite obviously, that didn't happen. The samurai grunted in a very disgruntled manner as he blew out a puff of cigarette smoke through the corner of his lips, still glaring at life and at himself in general.
Just why in the seven hells did he allow this anyway? A part of him was already beginning to regret this decision - he knew they would be alright, but still... letting the crew to actually relax under him was something he had never allowed until now. It was, just... well. Just kind of confusing and sudden for him. Why did he allow it anyway?
At any rate though, Hijikata knew he couldn't turn back on his word - that would be dishonorable, and a birthday was... good. It was a worthwhile thing to be celebrated about. The boatswain himself had never had any of his twenty-three birthdays celebrated before, so he was well-acquainted with the lonliness that came with his sort of things, a lonliness that he didn't want anyone else to know as well as he did. Maybe that's why he relented for once.
The man sighed, one hand coming to rub at his temples. Maybe just once, this once... after that, he would make sure that he wouldn't be so soft like this. It really wouldn't do anyone any good after all.
Content: After the hoo-haa over the lounge, Kiros goes over to get the keys to the new location on Fft's birthday bash, unexpectedly from one grumpy mayo boatswain.
Setting: Victoria II - Hijikata's Quarters
Time: Afternoon-ish, nearing night? Sometime after this, of course.
Warnings: Hijikata himself constitutes as a warning. =||||
Hijikata had no idea just what had gotten into him, in all honesty. Was he seriously getting that soft? The boatswain had to question himself as he glared at the last bits of his paperwork, perhaps hoping that laser beams might come out from his eyes and destroy the blasted things or something. And quite obviously, that didn't happen. The samurai grunted in a very disgruntled manner as he blew out a puff of cigarette smoke through the corner of his lips, still glaring at life and at himself in general.
Just why in the seven hells did he allow this anyway? A part of him was already beginning to regret this decision - he knew they would be alright, but still... letting the crew to actually relax under him was something he had never allowed until now. It was, just... well. Just kind of confusing and sudden for him. Why did he allow it anyway?
At any rate though, Hijikata knew he couldn't turn back on his word - that would be dishonorable, and a birthday was... good. It was a worthwhile thing to be celebrated about. The boatswain himself had never had any of his twenty-three birthdays celebrated before, so he was well-acquainted with the lonliness that came with his sort of things, a lonliness that he didn't want anyone else to know as well as he did. Maybe that's why he relented for once.
The man sighed, one hand coming to rub at his temples. Maybe just once, this once... after that, he would make sure that he wouldn't be so soft like this. It really wouldn't do anyone any good after all.