[ It's more like Hijikata talking and Emet-Selch listening grudgingly. A street performer? Him? Pah! He does enjoy theatre but not to the point of wanting to play the characters in earnest.
He glances back at Hijikata, head tilted quizzically. The man he knows isn't an alchemist. Why do they need the herb themselves? He makes a rasping sound in his throat and then cranes upwards. (If only his familiar could talk!) He hadn't known the herb was invisible. Share that pill with him, Hijikata!! ]
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He glances back at Hijikata, head tilted quizzically. The man he knows isn't an alchemist. Why do they need the herb themselves? He makes a rasping sound in his throat and then cranes upwards. (If only his familiar could talk!) He hadn't known the herb was invisible. Share that pill with him, Hijikata!! ]