I threw myself to the wolves,

You really don't want to talk about this guy. This is the sort of person that you saw once and didn't totally hate. Then you saw him again and questioned your initial judgement. Is it really necessary to be so difficult? Even though he's been somehow helpful on several occasions, that doesn't excuse him from getting hit for acting like a total idiot. The worst thing about this guy is that he has a crowd of idiots. He gathers them. He makes you an idiot for continuing to associate with him. Sometimes, on a particularly good day, you think maybe an encounter with him wouldn't be awful. But then it is. It's always awful. Nevermind that you're eerily similar. You'll fight tooth and nail against anyone who mentions it, even though you know. You totally know. You think about it often. It's a weapon, you see. A chance to predict and finally defeat this guy for good. You wonder if thoroughly embarrassing him would make him avoid you more consciously, but given the way he lives his life (read: embarrassingly) it's not likely.

You never wanted a pet. You never wanted to be a pet. But here you are, probably filling both of those roles simultaneously with this woman. You feel like you might die every time you look at her, but that's partially because of the tsundere that's probably lurking around. It's also partially out of concern for how much blood could be lost from a nosebleed But you've never had one of those! You're not that sort of character, and you're sticking to it. You're trying very, very hard to keep things on track. Keep things business-like and serious. And she's pawing at it all the way. At some point, you got comfortable with that.

Women are ???? and this woman is particularly ??? You're not really sure why she burdens herself with two Hijikatas. It seems like she thinks of it as a game, and you're totally trying to act aloof about that. She's definitely tough, and could probably kick your ass. Not that you want to fight her. You'd rather keep your distance, but similar habits and possibly, similar goals, keep you running into each other. Hopefully, those collisions stay awkward and don't involve any death. You're not really confident about that, though.

Everyone has that one friend who will never surprise them. You know the guy. The guy who jumps off of rooftops at parties or fastens rockets to his heelies. Anything and everything that this guy could do would simultaneously amaze and disappoint you. Without him, the excitement in your life would suffer, but not having to go into work every day wondering if there would be a mangled corpse surprise to greet you might be worth it.

This is the sort of guy you want on your side. He's shrewd, skilled, and probably funny sometimes. You haven't argued with him yet, so that puts him in your top 5 people in this community. What this suggests is a problem with the quality of the community, not with your own tendencies to fight. Obviously. This guy would back you up in that, at least. Because he's no-nonsense, or at least the guy who designed his character was going for that sort of thing.

He claims that you join forces in the manga, but you don't believe him. A canon update is coming soon for you, but it won't catch up to the current chapters so he's going to have to be patient! Right now, all you know is that he's full of shit and you're tired of chasing him. It's not your job anymore. You don't have a job anymore! But here you are, running around after this ex(?) terrorist. It could be because he's totally insane - you feel like you lose it a bit every time you have a conversation with him.

You're not going to mention the 'p' word. You're never going to say it again. You've said it once, and that was more than enough! This guy has that look in his eye every time you see him - like he wants you to say it. Like he knows you're biting back the urge. So you'd avoid him, except he called you out for a fight, and what could be more confusing than having the same voice yelling as it hacks away at itself? The answer: this guy's sense of style.

A lesson in alternate universes. Namely, that they're not that different after all. Though this guy seems to be more open with his feelings, and while you're not ever sure you want to see your Okita's deadpan face, you're even more unsure you want to see this guy have a feeling other than 'sadistic satisfaction'. Which he had, since he managed to complete your Okita's life mission and kill you brutally. So, uh, good job, other Okita. That was the most normal thing you've done.

This guy is probably important from some period in history you don't know anything about. You should know about it, but you're busy being chocked full of pop culture references. It's okay, though, because there's enough dead Asian angst already and no one needs 'fated enemies' on top of it. So, for now, you're just happy this guy seems to be on your side. People keep saying 'fun police' like it's a bad thing, but when fun includes massive property damage, loss of life, and noise complaints, a line needs to be drawn!

The embodiment of a bad decision. Not the sort that has you in the hospital for weeks or results in a lawsuit. The kind that you can'tn react to with anything other than shaking your head. Because in the end, it wasn't a very big deal, but you're still reeling about it 24 hours later.

A rare sensible individual. The sort of person you're happy to find and who makes you just a tiny bit self conscious about all the work you've been doing. Not that you're losing your edge, or that you've been slacking! She's just got her shit together, and that's a good thing. Nothing to feel inferior about.

Too happy, too friendly - something you swore would get somebody else killed someday. But it got these guys killed instead, so you can't say you're entirely unlucky. It really wasn't a big deal though, even if you can't quite remember why the whole murder rampage happened. You'd avoid them for sake of ease, but they're probably avoiding you and saving you the trouble of that.

Probably a kid. The kind who hasn't moved out of their mother's basement yet. The kind who wants to prove themselves on the internet by winning arguments on whatever level possible. Even though you know this, you can't help but get angry. You can't help but get sucked into their trap of dragging everyone else down into the irrelevant argument with them.

Has annoying hair. Has an annoying personality too. Would probably be popular, if he had a single redeeming quality. Seems to always have a plan, something nefarious, or just plotting to go buy groceries in the most diabolical way possible. Is probably good at something, but you're worried about what finding out would entail.

Someone come pick up their small green child. Whose child is this? Someone has taken responsibility, right? Because he's not going to. A police officer's job stops after the kid gets dropped off at home. Though, it's more like herding around a lost kitten that doesn't know the meaning of stranger danger.

One of those people you go out drinking with. You know, those guys. Or maybe you don't, because you got way too drunk and can't remember a damn thing. So, one of those people you vaguely recognize on the street. Maybe you got along, maybe you didn't. Maybe you xxx. No one knows. Or at least, you hope they don't remember either.