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When; Sept. 26th, early afternoon
Rating; PG-13 for violence
Characters; Okita Souji dudewheresmypig, Himura Kenshin crossshapedscar and Ukitake Jyuushirou floating_bamboo
Summary; Okita visits the tea shop; the last thing he expected to see there was a certain redheaded assassin....
Log; Shopping just wasn't the same when you had to do it on your own. Okita wandered down the street, peering into shop windows, the bags over his arm rustling with each movement. He'd found the "club soda," and gotten some more chocolates to make up the depleted stash, and now all he needed was green tea. Where was Ukitake's shop again? --oh! There!
He broke into a smile, geta clattering more quickly against the cement pavement, and repressed the impulse to turn to his side. There it is, Hijikata-san-- Hijikata wasn't here. His day seemed twice as long without the other man there to harass, talk to, and drag out on shopping trips. And at least three times as boring, even with all the people he'd met here.
Of course, he'd survive. All he needed to do was find a way home. And until then, he wasn't so fragile as to fall apart in two weeks without his friends.
He just missed them, that was all.
He pushed open the door of the shop, calling out, "Excuse me." It was dim inside, and his eyes took a moment to adjust from the bright outdoor sun.
Rating; PG-13 for violence
Characters; Okita Souji dudewheresmypig, Himura Kenshin crossshapedscar and Ukitake Jyuushirou floating_bamboo
Summary; Okita visits the tea shop; the last thing he expected to see there was a certain redheaded assassin....
Log; Shopping just wasn't the same when you had to do it on your own. Okita wandered down the street, peering into shop windows, the bags over his arm rustling with each movement. He'd found the "club soda," and gotten some more chocolates to make up the depleted stash, and now all he needed was green tea. Where was Ukitake's shop again? --oh! There!
He broke into a smile, geta clattering more quickly against the cement pavement, and repressed the impulse to turn to his side. There it is, Hijikata-san-- Hijikata wasn't here. His day seemed twice as long without the other man there to harass, talk to, and drag out on shopping trips. And at least three times as boring, even with all the people he'd met here.
Of course, he'd survive. All he needed to do was find a way home. And until then, he wasn't so fragile as to fall apart in two weeks without his friends.
He just missed them, that was all.
He pushed open the door of the shop, calling out, "Excuse me." It was dim inside, and his eyes took a moment to adjust from the bright outdoor sun.