[ how annoying. who dares disturb him while he's failing at getting some rest?
he makes his way over to the window, not without his sword in tow, of course, curious to see what's trying to lure him closer. it'd be a miracle if he can make out anything with the darkness that lingers outside, though, but he's looking anyway. ]
[it seems there aren't any even remotely humanoid shapes lurking around outside in the darkness, luckily for Okita and his failed restfulness! in fact, the closer he draws to his window, the clearer it will become that nothing seems to be out there at all.
—with the exception of something small resting on the outer sill, which glints softly when it catches light from inside the room. closer inspection y/n??]
[ no one, then? maybe his mind is playing tricks—wait. something's on the sill.
he carefully opens the window and checks it out, spots a bottle he's intimately familar with, eyes widening for a split-second before narrowing out of anger. that little shit. ]
If this is your idea of a joke... [ kaoru has to be out there. no way he'd miss souji's reaction to this, after all. ] It's not very funny, you know?
[if he is out there (which he is, of course, because Okita is 100% correct about that), there isn't any indication of it.
there isn't a drop of red inside of the bottle this time, at least! in place of the ochimizu, there's a thin packet of plastic-wrapped tissues with some kitschy animal design, rolled up and tied with a pale green ribbon. wrapped around that is a slim strip of paper.]
[ can he just toss this bottle away without looking at the slip of paper? the urge to do so is pretty strong, but in the end, he taps the bottle against his palm to get its contents out.
time to see what other sick joke is included with this present. ]
[it isn't a sick joke at all, gosh. does he think he's dealing with a terrible person?? no, there is only one thing written on the small slip and it is totally genuine and well-meaning, much like everything else Kaoru does. in very neat, decorative penmanship is the simple phrase:]
[ no sooner than he reads it, he crushes the slip of paper in his hands. this is the angriest he's ever been, he thinks, and who could really blame him. kaoru is forever going to pull at his strings, isn't he? that's fine. the worst that could ever happen is souji losing control of his temper, but it won't get anything beyond that.
he'll make sure of it.
for now, he doesn't waste time with practically chucking the bottle of ochimizu out the window. maybe it'll hit kaoru in the end, or it'll just shatter somewhere far away from him.
wherever it ends up, it's fine as long it isn't anywhere nearby. he doesn't need it.
(but of course, it gets to him a little, makes him worry. doesn't that mean someone drank it? this could be pretty bad either way.) ]
[ouch, his fragile maiden heart!! such a cruel rejection of the gift that he put so much time and effort into!
either way, Okita won't be hearing the sound of any glass shattering. was he caught off guard and hit with the bottle?? MAYBE (definitely and wow can Okita throw OUCH). no noise is made to indicate it, though, and he'll probably still look happy as a clam the next time they actually run into each other - though he's going to take care not to do that for a while.
in the meantime, this reaction is satisfying enough. having the bottle again isn't a huge loss either since his point was definitely made, so he gently tucks it back into the sleeve of his dress and turns with a spring in his step to retire to his room for the night. THANKS OKITA your anger will help him rest well!!]
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maybe the last day...
he makes his way over to the window, not without his sword in tow, of course, curious to see what's trying to lure him closer. it'd be a miracle if he can make out anything with the darkness that lingers outside, though, but he's looking anyway. ]
sounds good YEAH
—with the exception of something small resting on the outer sill, which glints softly when it catches light from inside the room. closer inspection y/n??]
the worst present
he carefully opens the window and checks it out, spots a bottle he's intimately familar with, eyes widening for a split-second before narrowing out of anger. that little shit. ]
If this is your idea of a joke... [ kaoru has to be out there. no way he'd miss souji's reaction to this, after all. ] It's not very funny, you know?
best, tbh
there isn't a drop of red inside of the bottle this time, at least! in place of the ochimizu, there's a thin packet of plastic-wrapped tissues with some kitschy animal design, rolled up and tied with a pale green ribbon. wrapped around that is a slim strip of paper.]
the worst!!!
time to see what other sick joke is included with this present. ]
dont be tsundere about your gifts!!!!
For a quick recovery.
i do what i want!!!!
he'll make sure of it.
for now, he doesn't waste time with practically chucking the bottle of ochimizu out the window. maybe it'll hit kaoru in the end, or it'll just shatter somewhere far away from him.
wherever it ends up, it's fine as long it isn't anywhere nearby. he doesn't need it.
(but of course, it gets to him a little, makes him worry. doesn't that mean someone drank it? this could be pretty bad either way.) ]
livin life on the edge i see
either way, Okita won't be hearing the sound of any glass shattering. was he caught off guard and hit with the bottle?? MAYBE (definitely and wow can Okita throw OUCH). no noise is made to indicate it, though, and he'll probably still look happy as a clam the next time they actually run into each other - though he's going to take care not to do that for a while.
in the meantime, this reaction is satisfying enough. having the bottle again isn't a huge loss either since his point was definitely made, so he gently tucks it back into the sleeve of his dress and turns with a spring in his step to retire to his room for the night. THANKS OKITA your anger will help him rest well!!]