[What a terrible time for his damn certification to come up for renewal. There's no good time for this, Hijikata knows, but he'll be begrudging about the ordeal anyway. After his Company review had come out clean, he'd been left with completing the final step himself.
Showing up, in person, to have his photograph re-taken and to verify his signature. It's basically space BMV - the wait infamous for being the singular most boring thing in the universe.
Hijikata has taken his number and his seat, the hard plastic chair driving discomfort into his back with every tick of the clock. They call a number: 74 and he glances to his slip of paper: 56.
His foot taps the ground. But his frustration can't work itself through physical fidgeting alone. Hijikata reaches for a cigarette, but the moment he places it between his lips an attendant approaches, places her hand on his shoulder, and points to the 'no smoking' sign.
That cigarette has no chance, crushed to a ball in his fist.]
✘ Badou
Showing up, in person, to have his photograph re-taken and to verify his signature. It's basically space BMV - the wait infamous for being the singular most boring thing in the universe.
Hijikata has taken his number and his seat, the hard plastic chair driving discomfort into his back with every tick of the clock. They call a number: 74 and he glances to his slip of paper: 56.
His foot taps the ground. But his frustration can't work itself through physical fidgeting alone. Hijikata reaches for a cigarette, but the moment he places it between his lips an attendant approaches, places her hand on his shoulder, and points to the 'no smoking' sign.
That cigarette has no chance, crushed to a ball in his fist.]