Even a hero has issues. [track-remix] || Closed

[jumpismylife]

Who: Sakata Gintoki (jumpismylife) & Hijikata Toshizou of PMK spicin' (mibu_alpha)
What: Medic call-ish thing, one can suppose.
When: After this, when Gintoki returns after battling Shinji's hollow.
Where: Gintoki's room - Apartments Level Two, Room Four.
Summary: Gintoki returns weary and exhausted after battling against Shinji's hollow with a couple of injuries, and

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[mibu_alpha]

Sakata pissed him off. Hijikata grumbled under his breath as he went around his room, gathering bandages, salves, and medicines he'd managed to find the supplies for in Sieben. He was a stupid jackass, the sort that stole poetry books and didn't think things through and ran off on his own, let his stubborn pride endanger people.

But he was a stupid, stubborn jackass who had helped Hijikata out in the past, kept his subordinates safe from harm...and Hijikata repaid his debts. That was a matter of pride, too, after all...

He kicked the door open, slammed it shut behind him (of would have, if straw doors slammed;really, it only made a fwooshing sort of noise), and stormed over to Sakata's door, bundle of supplies in his arms. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door and went in. "Dumbass," he grunted, by way of greeting.

[jumpismylife]

The freelancer hardly batted an eyelid when Hijikata came stomping into the room, his mind really too tired to be surprised now. Despite the apparent annoyance of the other, he did know that in a way, Ogichi did have some level of concern for him. He really did remind the man of his own Hijikata, really - that all seemed the same, no matter whatever world they all seemed to be from.

...and besides, as much as the yorozuya himself was not that all fond of the Shinsengumi, he really had no desire to see anyone of them dead. Just like him, this was their way of the samurai... even if Zura and Takasugi couldn't see it. He hoped they would be able to, some time... as it was for now though, Gintoki only weakly raised a hand a waved slightly in greeting. "Yo."

[mibu_alpha]

It was a relief to see Sakata hadn't brought any of his terrorist friends over. He wasn't actively practicing any sort of medicine anymore, but he knew it would probably distress the patient if he killed anyone in front of him, and Takasugi and Katsura had been wearing his already-insignificant tolerance quite thin of late.

The vice-commander sat down near Gintoki, annoyance clearly written in the lines of his face. "That would be all you've got to say for yourself," he grumbled, unstopping a jar of clean water and pouring some onto a cloth. Damned fool, just like all the other damned fools he had to babysit constantly...

[jumpismylife]

"Am I supposed to say anything then, Ogichi-kun?" Gintoki replied back lightly with a weak chuckle that quickly turned into a short fit of coughing. He really must be weak to even let something like this exhaust him so damn easily... It quickly settled down soon enough though and the freelancer looked up from the hand covering his mouth, panting a little for needed air.

As far as the yorozuya was concerned, he wasn't much of a mood to really retort to Hijikata and only watched quietly as the man did what he did while Gintoki himself lay comfortably on his bed, petting Shiroi a few more times before telling him to go off for a bit and tiredly gazing up at the ceiling, his mind still threatening to black out at any given chance.