[Right now Hijikata isn't thinking of the potential future consequences. He smirks like the cat who got the cream as Rosen kneels down again. You can't touch me here, Rosen. And you got yourself in this position. Voluntarily. He crosses his legs, sitting more like an aristocrat now, and stirs the mayonnaise into the coffee with the pretty little spoon that came with the cup.]
You'd better get used to it, Rosen. This is how your master likes it.
[He holds out one hand, clearly expecting another kiss. Is he powertripping? He's powertripping.]
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You'd better get used to it, Rosen. This is how your master likes it.
[He holds out one hand, clearly expecting another kiss. Is he powertripping? He's powertripping.]