After the thoroughly pleasant conversation with Captain Jack, Okita had been in great spirits. At least, he had been until he checked the bulletin board before being escorted back to his room. Hijikata still hadn't replied.

This was beyond uncharacteristic - it was downright wrong. Hijikata would have responded by now if he were able. Something had to be restraining him, or worse. Okita was itching to get outside, he wanted it to be dark so he could leave and tear this place apart to find his commander.

In the meantime, he would have to hold it together as best he could. Guy hadn't been brought in yet, so Okita sat at his desk and experimentally tasted the food. The pot pie was okay, but he still wanted a bowl of rice and miso. Pulling the maps he'd earned and his journal out, he started working on making copies for Guy just in case he needed them. Okita needed the distraction and until his roommate arrived, this was all he had.