Hours of night had passed until saitou finally sat up. He'd dozed on and off. He stood and made his way out, grabbing his jacket and hanging it neatly by the door. His western pants he left on, with his white undershirt and messy every which way hair that he smoothed down around his face. He'd been sloppy with it lately, it had actually grown down past his nose, and tickled now that it hung down this way.
He opened up the door, deciding he'd better make sure the kid hadn't gotten himself arrested...again.
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At the tavern the waitresses from before were gone, replaced by the evening help. They smiled to the cop and began to ask him what he'd like, but he ignored them and pushed past, walking up the stairs and heading for one of the small rooms, the only one he saw a light on, in.
He knocked once and then pushed the door open, finding soujirou turned to see who had come, but sitting at the window with fluffy, shorter hair framing his face. Saitou half smiled. "I see you found something to entertain yourself with.." he said. He was half sad that he wasnt a reflection of okita anymore, and half happy he didnt have that aching pain in his chest while looking at soujirou, he'd had before.
He stayed there at the door entrance, not really sure what to do, so he lit a cigarette. He could hear the stairs squeak, and glanced back and watched the stairwell, finally seeing a young girls face pop around the side. She gasped when saitou raised an eyebrow at her and went running back downstairs.
He turned back to soujirou. "nosey girls.." he muttered, letting his fingers shift through his long hair, feeling it fall back into his face as soon as his white gloved hand moved from it.
He opened up the door, deciding he'd better make sure the kid hadn't gotten himself arrested...again.
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At the tavern the waitresses from before were gone, replaced by the evening help. They smiled to the cop and began to ask him what he'd like, but he ignored them and pushed past, walking up the stairs and heading for one of the small rooms, the only one he saw a light on, in.
He knocked once and then pushed the door open, finding soujirou turned to see who had come, but sitting at the window with fluffy, shorter hair framing his face. Saitou half smiled. "I see you found something to entertain yourself with.." he said. He was half sad that he wasnt a reflection of okita anymore, and half happy he didnt have that aching pain in his chest while looking at soujirou, he'd had before.
He stayed there at the door entrance, not really sure what to do, so he lit a cigarette. He could hear the stairs squeak, and glanced back and watched the stairwell, finally seeing a young girls face pop around the side. She gasped when saitou raised an eyebrow at her and went running back downstairs.
He turned back to soujirou. "nosey girls.." he muttered, letting his fingers shift through his long hair, feeling it fall back into his face as soon as his white gloved hand moved from it.