"Ahh, I know you really want to talk to me, but I'm a pretty busy guy, you know. I guess you'll just have to leave a message so I can get back to you later, hm?"
[that's definitely a different way of looking at things. and definitely not in the way that souji himself subscribes to at all. it's weird, without a doubt, to hear someone sharing his name speaking hijikata so affectionately, so warm—it really sets the two of them apart right off the bat and proves well enough that there are plenty of differences that will eventually come to light.
his relationship with hijikata is brotherly without a doubt, but it's the sort of thing that he never admits verbally. souji prefers to instigate, to bicker, to get under hijikata's skin always, and maybe it's because he's jealous and bitter and possessive; maybe it's just because he feels like he always has something to prove. whatever it is specifically, the notion of expressing how important their relationship is just isn't something he can do so easily.]
If it ever came to that, I'd have to wonder if something possessed Hijikata-san. What a scary thought. [he plays along a bit though. he won't say it would make him sad, but acknowledging the fact that it would be weird as hell? he can do that much.]
[He can tell that there is a big difference in how they view the situation, and more fundamentally in the relationship hinted at, and in a strange way he's relieved. That really makes no sense at all, because why should he really care at all how this Souji interacts with someone who isn't even here - and who he has no personal connection to even if he was?
But the truth is that everything Hijikata means to him exists at the very core of his being, and if it could really be that easily replicated with a couple of complete strangers... well, it would cheapen it somehow. So although there are similarities, it seems different enough to console Souji on that point, and that puts his mind a bit at ease. Maybe it's silly, but it's not like he's going to say it out loud.]
I'd probably think he was sick - though at least that would mean I'd get to fuss over him and not the other way around. [A long-suffering sigh and a bit of a pout, before he once more brightens up.] But if he really was possessed, I suppose I'd just ask Hajime-san what to do about it. Ask him to cleanse the strangely patient and sensible spirit from the body it had taken over.
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his relationship with hijikata is brotherly without a doubt, but it's the sort of thing that he never admits verbally. souji prefers to instigate, to bicker, to get under hijikata's skin always, and maybe it's because he's jealous and bitter and possessive; maybe it's just because he feels like he always has something to prove. whatever it is specifically, the notion of expressing how important their relationship is just isn't something he can do so easily.]
If it ever came to that, I'd have to wonder if something possessed Hijikata-san. What a scary thought. [he plays along a bit though. he won't say it would make him sad, but acknowledging the fact that it would be weird as hell? he can do that much.]
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But the truth is that everything Hijikata means to him exists at the very core of his being, and if it could really be that easily replicated with a couple of complete strangers... well, it would cheapen it somehow. So although there are similarities, it seems different enough to console Souji on that point, and that puts his mind a bit at ease. Maybe it's silly, but it's not like he's going to say it out loud.]
I'd probably think he was sick - though at least that would mean I'd get to fuss over him and not the other way around. [A long-suffering sigh and a bit of a pout, before he once more brightens up.] But if he really was possessed, I suppose I'd just ask Hajime-san what to do about it. Ask him to cleanse the strangely patient and sensible spirit from the body it had taken over.