Independant role play blog for Okita Souji from the game series Hakuouki , but more than happy to interact with other fandoms/OCs/people so don't hesitate to ask or start a conversation. I do not own all of the icons that I use, but I do a majority of them. Thank you to everyone on the Hakuouki Masterlist for getting me started here and also Tabby and Bianca for helping me with icons, set up, and everything in between. ------------------------------------------------------------
"—…" He had tried to stay awake—really he had…however, it seemed that today was a bit too tiring for him. Kendo, school, his staying up late the night before to play games with Heisuke; he had his reasons for dozing off. Losing the battle pitifully, his head made a soft click on the bus window as it fell against it, consideration and space given to the passenger beside him while he did. Hopefully they didn’t mind snoring (we promise they are soft unlike Kondou’s).
I am the worst person ever when it comes to drafts/asks/anything. I am sorry I am so slow—but I swear I’m not ignoring you!!
Hakuouki Sekkaroku OVA: The Snowhy White Dream
↳ Okita Souji
"I’m fine. You’re just not listening." Cross with his words, he hoped that the other teen was able to see his point…if there was one to begin with. Because though he defended himself like there was, there was no telling that he was right. You couldn’t trust him when he grew ill enough; becoming cranky and stubborn about every little thing.. His feet finding the floor, there was a shiver as he worked on scuttling across the area. I know he touched it, he was around it earlier. So, even after a nap, he was still on this topic…heaven have mercy for Saitou.
It was a shame that being a good friend in the absence of his parental figure came with such a price. Souji’d have to apologize later.
"The heat is up higher than this…" Grumbling, pinkened cheeks and tired eyes looked away from the other and towards the dial on the wall. Kondou kept it at sixty five always and Saitou had the audacity to make it colder according to Souji. Though, it was probably just Saitou having the manners to turn the temperature back after Souji himself raised it. It was a detail that his mind was willing to overlook in it’s state. Fingers gripping the dial, he gave it an undetermined spin. He wasn’t paying attention, just as Saitou thought. If he was, or was at least cognitive enough to, he might have seen that he moved it up to eighty…again. It felt warm enough for him. "Stop touching it."
"Mmm?" Busy on his phone with the mutterings of a shopping list Hijikata was relaying in repetition, he hadn’t noticed the girl until now. To be fair though, he hadn’t thought strangers would come and talk to him in such a sparse sweets shop. His gaze moving up, Souji was having the manners to pay attention to her word—err, compliment.
He had a lovely voice? It wasn’t every day you were given those words by a stranger…and usually it was meant for singing—ahh, there it was. Was there a reason for her compliment? Just because he reminded her of a friend?Though it was odd, she was polite enough that Souji wasn’t bothered giving an answer:
"Can’t say I’m a huge fan of it, no." That wasn’t the complete truth, but it sufficed seeing as he wasn’t about to publicly sing for no reason. About all he did was singing in the showering at home (which was humming more than anything) and joining the kids in their nursery rhymes of the day at the park. Perhaps he sang more than he thought, but there was no need to get technical in simple talk. Just the thought of how strange this conversation was put a smile on his lips. "But thanks, I guess." What else were you to say to such a compliment?
"He’s an annoying brat with a sister complex. Do you need more or will that suffice?" If you couldn’t tell; he isn’t a big fan of the kid. Actually, he might possibly hate him if he thought hard enough on it.
Creatures he likes to zoom in on to ruin Chizuru’s belief that they are cute, fluttery beings.
"A mail deliverer and a cook now, are we?" Though, he was pretty fond of octopus balls…so long as the maker goes easy on the green onions…or he picks them out. Whatever happens first. Really, the world was just happier without those bitter things.
"When is the last time you ate?"
“Let me get you a glass of water.”
“You can lay down in my bed if you need to.”
"Don’t cry, you’re going to be fine."
“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
“You’re fever’s too high, you’re delirious.”
“Sleep it off.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Here, vomit in this.”
“You’ve been out for days. I was worried you were dead.”
“When is the last time you slept?”
“How bad does your stomach hurt?”
“How long have you had that cough?”
“Hold on. You’re too sick to go anywhere.”
“I’ll get you a blanket, you’re going to be here for a while.”
“Let’s go home, you’re too sick.”
“I can do that, just go back to bed.”
“Maybe you should go to the doctor.”
“Come on, at least sleep in a bed.”