Well, that had gone over well. While Hijikata remained shell-shocked for the moment, Okita set his sword by the closet and bumped the door closed with his hip. It wasn't until his friend cursed loudly that he turned his head back to him - just in time to see one of those white smoking sticks roll to the ground.

Oops.

The way he was patting at his kimono meant that the embers had probably burnt him a little and, while Souji did feel a little bad about that, it was somewhat Hijikata's fault for smoking in bed. Sweeping forward, he knelt by the bed and picked the offending tobacco up, holding it out to Hijikata with a smile. "Hello~ You dropped this."