Heiji definitely reminded Okita of Tetsu personality wise. It made the swordsman smile as he kept eating, listening to the detective joke and talk. It was a bit of levity that he sorely needed, and a reminder of where he belonged. "If we find another set tonight, you can take them. I have my weapon of choice and the knives are only there for when I have no other option."

Like last night when that thing had ripped his sword away. He only had three, but if he could give one to Heiji, then the boy could use them as he had. It was always better to be safe than sorry when dealing with the unnatural monstrosities here. Tilting his head to the side, Okita pushed the sausage patties away and went back to his rice, the syrupy sweetness finally getting to him.

"I hope to die in battle," he said, tone as light as if he were talking about the weather. He scooped up a small mound of rice and looked at it, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. "If I can die defending his ideals, then there is no better death."

Okita turned when he felt someone approaching and beamed when he realized it was his roommate. It was a relief to see the man doing well, considering how Okita hadn't laid eyes on him in awhile. After listening to Heiji's explanation, he nodded his head in thanks to his roommate. The man was standing as if waiting for an invitation, so Okita motioned to the chair that Heiji had kicked out and said, "Hello there, Guy-san. Please join us and thank you for finding him. I'd be quite sore if he had disappeared on me."