[ Don't worry, Sousei, Shinpachi's more or less alright. He still has all night to get shot-- I mean, considering how many elves they were, he does seem to have made it through pretty much unscathed save for the elf blood everywhere.

Which is gross. Human blood is one thing, he's used to that (as terrible as that thought might be to anyone else, but a job is a job) but this is almost more like goo or something. It's disgusting enough that Shinpachi's at least trying to brush some of the bigger pieces of elf left on him off his clothes as he turns towards the other. ]

At least they're not too bad if you're not alone. [ Because that's what he remembered from that night Heisuke died. Heisuke's a great swordsman, just like anyone in the Shinsengumi, so for him to lose to those clowns just meant that he was vastly outnumbered.

Like this, they can fight back. And so, despite the situation, he does at least smile somewhat at the other. ]

So.. thanks. [ For having his back while he couldn't find his husband out here in the snowstorm. ] You're a real piece of work, Sousei.

[ ??? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, SHINPACHI.

#bromance...?? ]

Let's look around to make sure no one else's getting harrassed by these things.