Even if Homura's words hadn't appeared to have an affect on Okita, there certainly had been one. In subtle ways, he was learning more about his leader and the more he knew, the more he could follow with confidence. Homura was strong-willed, but he wasn't without his doubts and his weak points. He was, however, able to overcome them and he was able to devote himself wholly to a person. In so many ways the demi-god resembled someone else Okita knew, meaning his opinion of the god grew considerably in a favorable direction.
And now he was even singing along with him. That certainly made things more fun and helped Okita take his mind off thoughts of why he couldn't allow himself to be touched. The blood, the smell of it, the taste that wasn't quite there, but almost... "--Scissors, go!"
Homura threw rock and Okita threw paper. The swordsman grinned and clapping his hands in childish delight. He loved this game, even without a reward at the end. It was simplistic and fun and it was a great way to decide who got the last dango on the stick. Or who would get stuck with cleaning duty at the dojo. "Ah! I won!" He laughed and then wagged a finger at Homura, teasingly. "You can't keep throwing rock like that. You have to vary your choices, you know."
But now for his 'reward,' which he could go any which way with. Did he ask for something serious or something fun? Or something dangerous? He could ask for why Homura liked to push him like this, but then the conversation would get so serious and that wasn't the point of a playdate. He could also ask for permission to kill Himura, but he doubted that would go over well. Sitting back, he tapped a finger to his lip and thought. He could ask for Guy's sword to be made next - that would be good. His roommate was still without a weapon and he'd been attacked by someone else here. He also didn't want him to think that Okita had forgotten. "I~ would like... Guy-san's sword to be made as soon as possible. I realize that Adel-san is busy, but my roommate has been patient and I don't like the idea of him moving about without a weapon."
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And now he was even singing along with him. That certainly made things more fun and helped Okita take his mind off thoughts of why he couldn't allow himself to be touched. The blood, the smell of it, the taste that wasn't quite there, but almost... "--Scissors, go!"
Homura threw rock and Okita threw paper. The swordsman grinned and clapping his hands in childish delight. He loved this game, even without a reward at the end. It was simplistic and fun and it was a great way to decide who got the last dango on the stick. Or who would get stuck with cleaning duty at the dojo. "Ah! I won!" He laughed and then wagged a finger at Homura, teasingly. "You can't keep throwing rock like that. You have to vary your choices, you know."
But now for his 'reward,' which he could go any which way with. Did he ask for something serious or something fun? Or something dangerous? He could ask for why Homura liked to push him like this, but then the conversation would get so serious and that wasn't the point of a playdate. He could also ask for permission to kill Himura, but he doubted that would go over well. Sitting back, he tapped a finger to his lip and thought. He could ask for Guy's sword to be made next - that would be good. His roommate was still without a weapon and he'd been attacked by someone else here. He also didn't want him to think that Okita had forgotten. "I~ would like... Guy-san's sword to be made as soon as possible. I realize that Adel-san is busy, but my roommate has been patient and I don't like the idea of him moving about without a weapon."