The man's reply was as confident as his posture. And more than just that amount of arrogance. Those qualities were only emphasized when the man looked him over with no attempt at further courtesy.
Hijikata could tell when he was being judged. Perhaps he was used to it, as well. You didn't get to be a Shinsengumi officer without being marched in front of the "higher-ups" and Amanto, making reports and presentations...letting their eyes rake over you like they had some kind of right, because they were big and you were small and expendable. Hijikata had never been anything more than a tool and sometimes an eyesore to the government he worked for; it was just the way things were, and he didn't think about it if he didn't have to.
Was it karma? Half a day into this place and already he'd met with another one of them: someone who plotted and directed and led, for all that mattered. At this point, Hijikata didn't give a damn whether he was jumping to conclusions. But Hijikata was no fool, either. As bitter a situation this was, Homura had been right: Hijikata had nothing here, and if he wanted to get what he needed...
...he had to obey.
Hijikata sat down next to the kid, taking the pen out of his mouth as he did, not really caring whether or not the expression in his eyes was defiance.
"What is there to know? I'm stuck in a B-rated horror setting because some sadist with a mindfuck fetish wanted to have a multi-fandom crossover with all his favorite characters, the nurses call me 'Kate,' and at night virgin-eating birds are going to eat me unless I either stay in my room or get some person with a secret-identity to order me around and save my ass."
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Hijikata could tell when he was being judged. Perhaps he was used to it, as well. You didn't get to be a Shinsengumi officer without being marched in front of the "higher-ups" and Amanto, making reports and presentations...letting their eyes rake over you like they had some kind of right, because they were big and you were small and expendable. Hijikata had never been anything more than a tool and sometimes an eyesore to the government he worked for; it was just the way things were, and he didn't think about it if he didn't have to.
Was it karma? Half a day into this place and already he'd met with another one of them: someone who plotted and directed and led, for all that mattered. At this point, Hijikata didn't give a damn whether he was jumping to conclusions. But Hijikata was no fool, either. As bitter a situation this was, Homura had been right: Hijikata had nothing here, and if he wanted to get what he needed...
...he had to obey.
Hijikata sat down next to the kid, taking the pen out of his mouth as he did, not really caring whether or not the expression in his eyes was defiance.
"What is there to know? I'm stuck in a B-rated horror setting because some sadist with a mindfuck fetish wanted to have a multi-fandom crossover with all his favorite characters, the nurses call me 'Kate,' and at night virgin-eating birds are going to eat me unless I either stay in my room or get some person with a secret-identity to order me around and save my ass."