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Gintoki Sakata 坂田 銀時
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[permboy]

i'm the cake expert

i know

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[strippingsensei]

I already ate all of it, though.
Is it bad, doc? Am I gonna make it? Am I gonna survive to at least see my grandchildren?

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[permboy]

oh

it was nice knowing you

but honestly you deserve it

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[strippingsensei]

Is there no remedy?
How long... just.. how long do you think I actually have? :(

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[permboy]

you won't last the day.

or, perhaps, if you're serious about having eaten it all, making a new one and giving it to me might save you

[ ??? How exactly. ]

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[strippingsensei]

_{[ No response after that, but Aikuro is knocking on the door of his actual house.
Aaaaand, he probably has a little something-something in a covered dish with him.
Isn't he nice? ]}

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[permboy]

[ He's not really expecting Aikuro to show up, so when he opens the door the first thing he does is blink at him in surprise.

The second is to look right down at the dish. ]

Is that ...?

[ DID YOU JUST BRING CAKE, AIKURO? You are the best. ]

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[strippingsensei]

_{[ Aikuro is perfectly posed, leaning forward, hand on his hip— the other holding out this plate, hair pulled up in that stupid man-bun. Something about him seemed heavenly. ]}

Am I going to get better, doc? Am I going to see Christmas, at least?

[ ACTION ] wow wrong icon woooow

[permboy]

[ The only thing heavenly here is the cake hidden by that cover. Even if Gintoki hasn't seen it yet.

He cups his chin and nods slowly. Such a serious situation, this. ]

Ah, we'll have to see.

[ And he takes the plate, turning to head into the kitchen. Door is open, so Aikuro's welcome to come in. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ There is a big grin, ear to ear, and he allows himself to come inside, shutting the door behind him. ]}

Just so I can see my wife and son again, that's all that matters.
_{[ hard to keep this up without grinning. ]}

[permboy]

[ He puts the cake down on the table, and opens the lid ... What is it. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ same cake he sent a photo of. He was just pulling your leg again.
Aikuro makes his way over, hands folded behind his back. ]}

All yours, man.

[permboy]

[ YESSSSS.

He'll just get a spoon then. Or maybe a fork is better ... ]

You really need to stop messing with my cake heart like this.

I'll kick your ass one day.

[strippingsensei]

But it's so fun and you're so easy~
I really can't help myself when it comes to things like this.
You'll probably want something to wash that down with. That's just a heads up.

[permboy]

[ He grabs a spoon, and points it at Aikuro. ]

Don't underestimate me.

[ Snort. ]

Any suggestions?

[strippingsensei]

Milk is never a bad option, but I'm also one of those who likes to drink with my sweets, you know?
It just can make you sick sometimes. I get that.

[permboy]

Ahh, milk.

[ Strawberry milk. Let's bring that out. Perfect.

Then he returns to the table, and sits down. He could vibrate from excitement. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ leans in a little to examine the milk. ]}

... That seems like it'll just make everything even more sweet.
Sakata-san, have you had your blood sugar checked recently?

[permboy]

Not in a while.

[ brb stuffing face ]

[strippingsensei]

Shouldn't you, though? Even I don't eat as much sugar as you do.. it could really be bad for you.
_{[ says the smoker and drinker.. ]}

[permboy]

I'm not dead yet.

[ A piece of cake falls out of his mouth because it's so full when he says it. ]

[strippingsensei]

But you could be if you keep that up.
Then it'd be too late.
_{[ ... watches that cake fall. why. ]}

[permboy]

I'm not the one feeding me cake right now.

[strippingsensei]

You have a point--
_{[ but then he shrugs. ]}

It's just a word of advice. It ultimately is your body but I think it should be something you could be concerned about.

[permboy]

Uh-huh.

[ You're suddenly annoying. ]

You're pulling a Zura on me.

[ A mild one, but still. ]