Eating pancakes soaked in syrup with just his fingers was hard. It was even harder when he was trying to do so while trying to look as if he wasn't watching Hijikata for a reaction. He picked a piece up, tried to roll it in his fingers, realized that wasn't working and let it drop, then picked it up again normally and stuck it in his mouth, turning to the side as he licked the syrup off the tips while looking for a napkin. Hijikata himself was simply eating his not-as-sugar-coated pancakes and--
Eying him apparently.
He stopped his search for a napkin and tilted his head curiously to one side, looking right back at Hijikata as if he wasn't being sized up in the same way he'd seen Hijikata do to women in Kyoto. It was strange and a little unnerving, but it was all a game, right? He picked up his napkin and wiped his fingers off, picking up a piece of fruit instead as he finally got an answer to this strange competition they had going.
It was getting far too close for comfort and Okita immediately swung back to his usual teasing and smiles, unwilling to face the not-quite rejection as a not-quite acceptance. Instead, he held the fruit out to Hijikata with a pleasant smile. "I suppose it would be weird to have you try and bite me to find out how I taste," he said, laughing as if he didn't know the dangerous line they were skirting. "I wouldn't mind it, but knowing you, you'd bite. You have such a terrible reputation, Hijikata-san. Here, you should eat fruit, not just pancakes."
w(;A;w) don't look at him like that hijipon
Eying him apparently.
He stopped his search for a napkin and tilted his head curiously to one side, looking right back at Hijikata as if he wasn't being sized up in the same way he'd seen Hijikata do to women in Kyoto. It was strange and a little unnerving, but it was all a game, right? He picked up his napkin and wiped his fingers off, picking up a piece of fruit instead as he finally got an answer to this strange competition they had going.
It was getting far too close for comfort and Okita immediately swung back to his usual teasing and smiles, unwilling to face the not-quite rejection as a not-quite acceptance. Instead, he held the fruit out to Hijikata with a pleasant smile. "I suppose it would be weird to have you try and bite me to find out how I taste," he said, laughing as if he didn't know the dangerous line they were skirting. "I wouldn't mind it, but knowing you, you'd bite. You have such a terrible reputation, Hijikata-san. Here, you should eat fruit, not just pancakes."