[The glare Yasusada shoots in his direction is less than instinct but more than reflex. It's an automatic response to perceived disrespect, no matter how insignificant-- to the idea of anyone not appreciating Okita with all their worth.
He catches himself immediately and blinks, looking briefly confused. But then, is it really that surprising of a reaction? True, it's unnervingly intense for a connection from another life, but Yasusada's always been a little too intense about everything anyway.
Still, though he speaks up to defend Okita, he doesn't snap or grumble in a way that would've matched such an expression. He's not the best at controlling his emotions, but he is capable of it on occasion.]
He's one of the best swordsmen in the history of Japan, he can compliment whatever he wants. [He fiddles with his haori sleeve, sighing quietly.] But no, he didn't recognize it. And that's not what he was trying to say, anyway. He thought I was a new recruit. So he must've thought I was hesitating because I was afraid.
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He catches himself immediately and blinks, looking briefly confused. But then, is it really that surprising of a reaction? True, it's unnervingly intense for a connection from another life, but Yasusada's always been a little too intense about everything anyway.
Still, though he speaks up to defend Okita, he doesn't snap or grumble in a way that would've matched such an expression. He's not the best at controlling his emotions, but he is capable of it on occasion.]
He's one of the best swordsmen in the history of Japan, he can compliment whatever he wants. [He fiddles with his haori sleeve, sighing quietly.] But no, he didn't recognize it. And that's not what he was trying to say, anyway. He thought I was a new recruit. So he must've thought I was hesitating because I was afraid.