[oh god, I am SO SORRY. Forgive me Fainn, please? And maybe backthread?]
"Nothing." Homura turned the packet slowly between his fingers, as if he were completely unaware of Hijikata's interest in his little collection. He'd seen his share of addicts over the years, and Homura himself had his own indulgences. He'd learned that they often translated into weaknesses, things that could be taken advantage of if one played his hand correctly.
Only eleven. Homura hadn't gathered nearly so many as Hijikata, but the demi-god thought it might be enough.
"Except to speak to you about Takasugi." Mayonnaise was written on the outside of the little bag, and Homura decided it might just be worthwhile to learn a bit more about this substance--particularly, where it was kept. "I'd like to know just what your history is. It seems more personal to me than simply belonging to different sides of a war."
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"Nothing." Homura turned the packet slowly between his fingers, as if he were completely unaware of Hijikata's interest in his little collection. He'd seen his share of addicts over the years, and Homura himself had his own indulgences. He'd learned that they often translated into weaknesses, things that could be taken advantage of if one played his hand correctly.
Only eleven. Homura hadn't gathered nearly so many as Hijikata, but the demi-god thought it might be enough.
"Except to speak to you about Takasugi." Mayonnaise was written on the outside of the little bag, and Homura decided it might just be worthwhile to learn a bit more about this substance--particularly, where it was kept. "I'd like to know just what your history is. It seems more personal to me than simply belonging to different sides of a war."