[Hijikata, cool as he can arguably look in a battle, can also be shockingly dim at times. One would think someone'd notice a rock monster, small as it may be, climbing up their leg, but he only realises that something's amiss when his pocket starts bulging with pebbles. He opens his mouth, probably to let out a string of curses, and half-raises his arm to smite the offensive rodent, just as his companion's instruction lands.
Congratulations, Tartaglia, it seems as if he likes you enough to suppress his shitty temper (albeit with considerable effort)! Maybe it's because the Harbinger looks about equally pissed off. How dare this puny thing trifle with them?! They pretty much both have angry veins bulging at their temples. Even Hinobuta, usually less than subtle, stays still and silent, only narrowing its eyes in evident irritation.]
Do it.
[Whatever "it" is. He trusts you, Tartaglia! He wants blood!! Or... stone dust, he supposes!]
I'm loving it!!
Congratulations, Tartaglia, it seems as if he likes you enough to suppress his shitty temper (albeit with considerable effort)! Maybe it's because the Harbinger looks about equally pissed off. How dare this puny thing trifle with them?! They pretty much both have angry veins bulging at their temples. Even Hinobuta, usually less than subtle, stays still and silent, only narrowing its eyes in evident irritation.]
Do it.
[Whatever "it" is. He trusts you, Tartaglia! He wants blood!! Or... stone dust, he supposes!]