The boy has the attention span of a butterfly.
Sano has stopped bothering Saitou, and this really bothers Saitou.
He finally seems to have figured it out.
“Hey, roosterhead! Long time no see!”
“How you doin’, broomhead?”
“As you two are both in the same room, there really is no need to shout.”
“…boss’s gotta headache, I guess, so…”
Yes, quiet down, both of you. Honestly.
“…way to have lunch at the dojo……stop in an’ say hello…”
“…how’re things up with the…”
He used to come in here to bother me. Day after day, no matter the weather. I never could figure out why, but now he seems to realize that I don’t want his company.
“…but Aoshi’s……an’ Kenshin wants us all to…”
“…that crazy Niwabanshuu guy, right?”
Now he just comes in here occasionally to bother Chou, and hardly says a word to me. Which is a relief, since everything I ever say to him prompts some kind of unnecessarily angry reaction; honestly, if I make him so mad, why did he keep coming around? Especially when he must have known I didn’t want him to.
“…hear ‘e’s got two kodachi in one sheath…”
“…pretty good with ’em, too…”
What I really wonder, though, is what finally brought him to his senses.
“…should try’n steal ’em for me…”
“…funny……don’t think so…”
It used to be that I could always get some kind of comment from him with just a look, but now he ignores me almost entirely.
“…think he’d kill me……seen him this one time…”
What made him so thankfully well-behaved?
“…musta pissed that girl off…”
“…would not believe…”
If my offhand recollection is correct, the last time he was in here pestering me specifically was at about four thirty two weeks and three days ago… but I don’t remember that I said anything more pointed than usual during that meeting to indicate that I didn’t appreciate him endlessly hanging around my office forcing me into meaningless conversation.
“…heh heh heh…”
“…and then Aoshi says…”
But since I’m glad he’s broken this irksome habit — although for as many months as he kept it up, it was really more of a hobby — I’m not going to question my good fortune.
“…yer friend Battousai do about…”
“…just laughed and didn’t……but Aoshi was all…”
He’s certainly talking about Shinomori a lot… I wonder why…
“…sounds like ya got a crush on that Aoshi guy…”
Chou noticed too, I guess.
“Nah, I just like it when his coat goes fwoosh.”
Maybe Shinomori is the idiot’s new hobby.
“…one with a……collar, right?”
“…’s it……think it’s pretty damn sexy, even if I’m not…”
I’m sure Shinomori doesn’t like it any more than I did. Poor fool.
“…wha, sexier’n mine?”
“…heh heh, of course……gotta go…”
Well, the boy has the attention span of a butterfly, so Shinomori won’t have to suffer him long.
“…later, ya freeloadin’ tori-atama…”
Yes, go, and let Chou get back to the job I pay him for. Don’t bother saying goodbye to me; I don’t want it. Just leave me in peace.
Peace and quiet.
Exceptionally quiet quiet.
It’s only the contrast, of course. And I still have a headache, so I’m not complaining.
But still, it’s very quiet.
“What? Want me to go buy ya a trench coat?”
. . .
Well, I do pay him to be observant.
“Just make sure it isn’t yellow.”
Really, I don’t mind butterflies so much.
Mostly I find I dislike being forgotten.
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