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沖田総司 Okita Souji ([personal profile] ahappylie) wrote2011-02-15 12:25 pm

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Everyone seems so happy today~ Is this that Valentine's thing? How cute~

I hope you're all having fun today then!

[And with that, Okita heads out with Saizou because yeah. Things feel weird at home with Susumu gone and Hijikata missing and Ayumu and Shinpachi....well, yes. Heading out with the pig for a walk around town.



ooc; first threads go to Ramirez and Homura! POST AWAY, YOU CRAZY DIAMONDS.
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[identity profile] targetprime.livejournal.com 2011-02-26 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[A smile. Unexpected, but not unpleasant. The sight sears through him, skin stinging and stomaching twisting and burning. He unconsciously starts tightening the hold on their hands- almost like he was certain the two would slip away from him if he didn't- before Souji's gentle squeezing back reminds him of that warmth and comfort the two men seem to radiate. It's enough to make him loosen his grip on them, as he opts instead to tentatively draw his thumb up to graze lightly across the skin of their palm. It's an...oddly sensual move from him, all things considered, and mainly done on pure impulse.

...Oh Moons, but what is wrong with him? Anything similar to this feeling before had only been a minor stirring at best, certainly nothing as focused and intense as it was now.

And never for two people at the same time.]


...I'm not sure how to play either. I never knew many children.

[The last part slips out as a result of his lowered guard and poor, confused nerves. But if Souji really wants to play Hide and Seek? Ramirez will do anything to make him happy. In the span of about an hour, the two of them have gotten him securely under their thumb.]

I will do what you decide.

[Whether it be playing a game or just basking in their company. In all honesty, he just wants to be near them.]

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[identity profile] ahappylie.livejournal.com 2011-03-02 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs easily to break the tension and to keep himself from thinking about how unhappy both of their childhoods must have been. It was something they all had in common, and yet they all chose to deal with it differently. He wonders if that's because of how they were raised or just some fundamental difference in their personalities, but decides it doesn't matter.]

Sitting around and talking is fine, but if we play a game, there can be prizes~ And you have to tell me which you'd like. None of this "oh, whatever you want" business. If it were up to me, I'd do nothing but play games all day.