[The first thing he'll truly notice is that Okita's body is obviously not with him anymore, so the first thing he'll do is check his person, yeah. Wow, his arm hurts to move--but it's attached, and he barely had time to register its absence in the first place, so the whole thing just sort of feels like a surreal dream.
His fingers close around the doll and the sword, and he pulls them both out, heedless of the blood on his hands. He brushes his thumb over doll!Souji's face, and honestly, the smear of red he leaves behind would be a relief, if not for how it covers his mouth.
Hm.
Well. They knew it wasn't real, didn't they? It's... it should be a relief. Okita's still safe. He's fine.
Tenderly, he tucks them both away again, staggering to his feet. His arm is bleeding, yeah, he should probably take care of that--but he'll wander on over to the desk first. Anything interesting on top? Any drawers to open?]
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His fingers close around the doll and the sword, and he pulls them both out, heedless of the blood on his hands. He brushes his thumb over doll!Souji's face, and honestly, the smear of red he leaves behind would be a relief, if not for how it covers his mouth.
Hm.
Well. They knew it wasn't real, didn't they? It's... it should be a relief. Okita's still safe. He's fine.
Tenderly, he tucks them both away again, staggering to his feet. His arm is bleeding, yeah, he should probably take care of that--but he'll wander on over to the desk first. Anything interesting on top? Any drawers to open?]