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[nicotinized]

The first thing Toshi was aware of, in a vague, almost-still-asleep sort of way, was that he was uncomfortable. He shifted, hoping it would be more comfortable and he could slip back into the embrace of sleep. Instead, it sent a spike of pain through him and he was far more decidedly awake, much to his misfortune. He still hurt, and he could actually remember why. Some inconsiderate asshole had shot him. And even if he'd missed the most important bits - heart, lungs, major arteries - getting shot still hurt like hell.

He tried to shift again, and gave up with a hiss of pain. "Fuck."

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[inexecution]

"It's all right. They just care about you, that's all." Souji couldn't fault Hijikata's family for their worries, even if it did make him acutely aware of the odd position he occupied in Hijikata's life. Still, he'd managed to convince them to let him take care of things, which he considered a fairly decent accomplishment.

"I didn't tell them very much. Just what we were doing at the time, and that I mostly did paperwork for you, so I didn't know any details." Which had gotten him some skeptical looks from the cops, but he was pretty sure he'd at least been convincing enough to prevent them trying to dig into his background. "I figured it was better if I didn't get too involved."