[Hijikata isn't sure what's more amazing - the fact that his only comrade in this mess is managing to look so steadily pissed off, or the fact that the guy somehow lost his clothes.
He decides to focus on the thing more likely to get them both killed: their demeanor. Hijikata isn't much better than Hanzo, his furrowed brow and thin pressed lips sticking out in the crowd of tired smiles and enthusiastic jeers.
When a man turns to him, offering a handshake of congratulations, the smile that crosses Hijikata's face is nothing but strained, his fingers wrapping around the other's hand with a tight, terse grip.
Then, once released, he's curling them with a cringe as he uses the path the man cuts going from party to party in solidarity to reach Hanzo. He has to shake a few more hands in the process - terrible - but he manages to close the gap soon enough.
Not that they can talk candidly. All Hijikata can do is offer his hand forward, giving a pointed look back the way they came, Do you know how to get to the door from here?]
lmao hanzo is a gift
He decides to focus on the thing more likely to get them both killed: their demeanor. Hijikata isn't much better than Hanzo, his furrowed brow and thin pressed lips sticking out in the crowd of tired smiles and enthusiastic jeers.
When a man turns to him, offering a handshake of congratulations, the smile that crosses Hijikata's face is nothing but strained, his fingers wrapping around the other's hand with a tight, terse grip.
Then, once released, he's curling them with a cringe as he uses the path the man cuts going from party to party in solidarity to reach Hanzo. He has to shake a few more hands in the process - terrible - but he manages to close the gap soon enough.
Not that they can talk candidly. All Hijikata can do is offer his hand forward, giving a pointed look back the way they came, Do you know how to get to the door from here?]