It took a little bit of work, but finally a second potato man joined the first. The shapeless arms still reached for the sky and Okita tapped him and his friend gently on the heads. If only all of life could be as easy as making friends out of vegetables. It wasn't though, and when Homura sighed and laid the key down next to Okita's tray, he knew his silence had not been the right choice. Quietly, he slipped the key off the table and hid it in his pocket. The key was a sign of trust, but it was also an insurance policy. Should anything ever happen to Homura, their efforts would not be in vain.
Okita rubbed the grease off his fingers on the napkin again and smiled at the demi-god. He had made his choice when he had been dragged away from Michael Sugiyama with a needle stuck in his neck. Even if he wavered on it, he would never go back on his word as a samurai. Homura was his leader and even if he had to divide his attention between him and Hijikata Toshirou, he would inevitably follow Homura. Or so he hoped. There seemed to be little welcome for Okita at Hijikata's doorstep so far, making the choice easy for now. He'd deal with the consequences later. "You act as if I hadn't already made it. And you should eat something, or it won't just be me who gets a scolding over their appetite."
Picking up a french fry, Okita tried it and decided yet again that today was not the day for greasy potatoes. Finishing what he had in his mouth, the swordsman sat back and pushed his tray back a bit, indicating he was finished.
"I don't hide my identity because I like to, Homura-san. As long as Nataku-san isn't adverse to playing with something like me, then I'd be more than happy to be honest with him." Which he could never do at home. Children fled from him if they learned he was the demon killer of the Shinsengumi. The reputation he'd gained when Serizawa was still alive, along with the continued infamy of the Mibu corps had done little to assuage that fear either. He was lucky enough to be able to take care of a friend's children, but he had to be quiet about who he was to the neighborhood. They liked to play war games and if they knew that he was one of the wolves they'd been cutting down... "Point me out to him when you meet, hm? I'd be more than happy to play games with him if he'd like - titles mean little to me when it comes to games."
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Okita rubbed the grease off his fingers on the napkin again and smiled at the demi-god. He had made his choice when he had been dragged away from Michael Sugiyama with a needle stuck in his neck. Even if he wavered on it, he would never go back on his word as a samurai. Homura was his leader and even if he had to divide his attention between him and Hijikata Toshirou, he would inevitably follow Homura. Or so he hoped. There seemed to be little welcome for Okita at Hijikata's doorstep so far, making the choice easy for now. He'd deal with the consequences later. "You act as if I hadn't already made it. And you should eat something, or it won't just be me who gets a scolding over their appetite."
Picking up a french fry, Okita tried it and decided yet again that today was not the day for greasy potatoes. Finishing what he had in his mouth, the swordsman sat back and pushed his tray back a bit, indicating he was finished.
"I don't hide my identity because I like to, Homura-san. As long as Nataku-san isn't adverse to playing with something like me, then I'd be more than happy to be honest with him." Which he could never do at home. Children fled from him if they learned he was the demon killer of the Shinsengumi. The reputation he'd gained when Serizawa was still alive, along with the continued infamy of the Mibu corps had done little to assuage that fear either. He was lucky enough to be able to take care of a friend's children, but he had to be quiet about who he was to the neighborhood. They liked to play war games and if they knew that he was one of the wolves they'd been cutting down... "Point me out to him when you meet, hm? I'd be more than happy to play games with him if he'd like - titles mean little to me when it comes to games."