Saitou had been drinking his tea, but felt his throat tighten a bit at soujirou's question. He sat the cup back down, reaching into his pocket to pull out another cigarette, lighting it with ease and blowing smoke into soujirou's general direction, a disdain growing of the question, and how to answer it.
"souji okita. He was the best swordsman of the shinsengumi and a friend.." He blew more smoke out, his eyes falling over the faceless people who also enjoyed their lunches at this time. "he's dead. The resemblance lies only outwardly, be assured." He meant it as an insult of course, but wasn't sure how seriously he took his own words. Saitou knew they shared quite a few traits.
His golden eyes ran back over soujirou, falling down his neck and hair brushing it, down his chest and to his hands on the table. He wasn't even sure why he's humored the boy in an answer, he certainly didn't have to explain. Though, if soujirou would be staying in a taven of gossiping women, better to hear his side of it.
Saitou laid a few coins on the table to cover both their lunches and stood, taking his hat from the table where he'd set it and tucking it back over his dark hair, cigarette still dangling between his lips. "i'll make your arrangements. try not to wander too far, i dont want to have to explain why youre a free man in my city." His lips curled into something of a half smile. As he began to leave he glanced back once more. "i'll check in on you later tonight, to make sure you've faired well through the day."
At the front counter he talked to the owner, giving her a hefty little bag of coins to cover a few weeks stay. "police business" he said, in some half attempt to excuse it. One of the waitresses was behind the counter as well, giggling in broken words over soujirou's "goodlooks" with one of her co-workers. The same girls who'd whispered about saitou and okita's scandal. He raised an eyebrow and glanced back at soujirou. The boy was sitting comfortably turned, watching hajime, flashing some sort of confused smile when their eyes met again.
Saitou groaned and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Really, what was he doing. The situation had to look like he had bought himself some pretty boy. nevermind that, he growled to himself, walking outside and back towards the police station, head down. He'd finish working and just check in on the kid. This was what anyone with sympathy would do.
"souji okita. He was the best swordsman of the shinsengumi and a friend.." He blew more smoke out, his eyes falling over the faceless people who also enjoyed their lunches at this time. "he's dead. The resemblance lies only outwardly, be assured." He meant it as an insult of course, but wasn't sure how seriously he took his own words. Saitou knew they shared quite a few traits.
His golden eyes ran back over soujirou, falling down his neck and hair brushing it, down his chest and to his hands on the table. He wasn't even sure why he's humored the boy in an answer, he certainly didn't have to explain. Though, if soujirou would be staying in a taven of gossiping women, better to hear his side of it.
Saitou laid a few coins on the table to cover both their lunches and stood, taking his hat from the table where he'd set it and tucking it back over his dark hair, cigarette still dangling between his lips. "i'll make your arrangements. try not to wander too far, i dont want to have to explain why youre a free man in my city." His lips curled into something of a half smile. As he began to leave he glanced back once more. "i'll check in on you later tonight, to make sure you've faired well through the day."
At the front counter he talked to the owner, giving her a hefty little bag of coins to cover a few weeks stay. "police business" he said, in some half attempt to excuse it. One of the waitresses was behind the counter as well, giggling in broken words over soujirou's "goodlooks" with one of her co-workers. The same girls who'd whispered about saitou and okita's scandal. He raised an eyebrow and glanced back at soujirou. The boy was sitting comfortably turned, watching hajime, flashing some sort of confused smile when their eyes met again.
Saitou groaned and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Really, what was he doing. The situation had to look like he had bought himself some pretty boy. nevermind that, he growled to himself, walking outside and back towards the police station, head down. He'd finish working and just check in on the kid. This was what anyone with sympathy would do.