#pragmarage

seeing him always provoked a sparkle within the womans eye, a spring in her step, a flutter of her beating heart. most knew of him as a cold, almost stoic-like berserker who knew no bounds. but to musashi, she knew he was much more than that. skilled, beautiful, eloquent and intelligent. just the mere sight of him alone was enough to make her swoon.

and there he stood in all of his glory ( albeit with a seemingly disgruntled expression ), to which the tengen flower made her presence known with a simplistic beckon, hand raised to wave in his vicinity as she approached.

“HIJIKATA-SAN!??! IS IT TRUE!?!? DID YOU KISS ITOU-SAN WHEN YOU WERE IN EDO!?!?” 

“Hijikata, is that you? Have you finally decided to become my nephew now?”  

Hiji: -DISGUSTED GRUMBLING NOISES-

“Vice Commander? Can we please have the Summon Ticket..? This training so far is very um.. extreme, don’t you think?”

“Now that’s the most entertainment I’ve had in a while . . . I doubt the Enhancement is at play here with this posturing . . . . he could have at least offered me some tea, but a man’s pride is a silly thing, who better to know than me?  “ She eyes the Berserker in the yard who had just recently gawked at being called ‘boy’.