"You do, too. And they could at least help you get something to put on your--" Souji motioned to the angry looking welts all over his skin. "--bruises so they heal faster." The fork was plucked from his fingers and Souji made a face, propping his chin in his hands as he watched Hijikata. It was obvious he was feeling a little better if he was able to grumble and complain about the staff and react normally to Souji's teasing, but he still worried. Okita knew he wasn't looking at the top of his game. He didn't know how long he'd been sick, but if it had gotten bad enough that last night's coughing fit had done what it did, then he also knew that his physical appearance wasn't in top shape. The way Hijikata looked at him sometimes, too, was enough of a clue that he suspected something, if not the truth, but Okita wasn't about to talk about it, and so it remained hidden in silence.

He dropped his gaze to the bruises, eyes tracing the cylindrical shapes - ropes or some sort of tentacle of some sort. He didn't know of any rope monsters here and tentacles were...well, odd. Soon enough, Souji was sighing loudly, trying to keep up the lighter atmosphere as the pair circled closer to their normalcy. "I was just trying to let you taste it. You didn't have to throw my fork on the floor."

Exaggeration, but it suited. Souji stretched his hands up over his head suddenly, leaning back in the chair as he tried to find where the fork had gone even. "Now how am I supposed to eat? Are you going to feed me this time?"