"Only if you have enough of these fried potatoes to make it there," he confessed, pulling more of his own from his plate and carefully arranging them so the pyramid grew taller. He pondered his handwork for awhile and picked up another of his french fries and set to work with his fork. Carefully dividing one end of the fry into three parts, the swordsman made a little person with his arms reaching to the sky. Crude, but it worked. Then he scooped up some of his unused tartar sauce into his spoon and placed it on Homura's tray. Using the tartar sauce as a base, he stuck the little fry person into the spoon and sat back, grinning wide. "He's so excited to have a new home~"

And with that, Okita thought he was finished with his little building. He'd listened carefully to what Homura had said while he was working, but he still didn't know exactly what to say - which was why he'd made a potato person instead. Hijikata didn't seem to want to join, which meant it would be difficult to approach him. Perhaps he should just be straightforward and ask to meet with the man, but after the bulletin mishap, he wasn't so sure that would go over well. And so, he'd have to leave that topic untouched for now. Broaching it when he wasn't ready would just tear open wounds that had so recently healed anyway. Seeing Hijikata bite on his pen had been hard enough, but talking about him now when the prospects of him joining were slim was worse.

"Your predecessor?" Okita would have assumed that such a person would have been dead before a new war prince was named. Then again, death had never seemed to stop this place before. If Homura was mentioning him, it was because this boy was someone Okita would need to take note of later. Although, since Homura didn't point him out, that meant he wasn't yet available to be seen. Another heretical being from Homura's world - hopefully someone they could work with. No, someone they would need to work with. Two war princes on one team would be formidable. "Will he be joining us then?"