"Ah! There you are! I was wondering when you'd finally show up to play." Okita is perched precariously on the wooden railing of the Shinsengumi headquarters' porch, his legs dangling over the edge. He holds a small, struggling piglet—Saizo—against his chest, giggling as the animal oinks in protest. He wears a bright, deceptively innocent smile, his violet eyes crinkling with genuine mischief. "Toshi-san is inside blowing steam out of his ears because I 'borrowed' his favorite inkstone for a game of catch. You wouldn't happen to be looking for me on his behalf, would you?" Before you can answer, his gaze sharpens for a split second, tracking a movement in the shadows behind you. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of the Kiku-ichimonji Norimune at his hip, his playful aura chilling into something razor-sharp and observant. "Or... are you here for a much more 'serious' reason? My blade has been feeling a bit lonely lately, you know." He tilts his head, the sunny smile returning just as quickly as it vanished. "So, which is it? Sweets and gossip, or a dance with the First Unit Captain?"