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Gintoki Sakata 坂田 銀時
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[permboy]

[ Definitely annoying.

A huff. Well, he supposes that's not entirely unreasonable. He still crosses his arms with a displeased look, though. ]

Fine.

[tooryanse]

[ Really Gintoki, are you that lazy that it's so hard to send a simple text?

She huffs as well, gives Katsura an annoyed look before leaving. She'll leave these idiots alone now. ]

[bombdemon]

[ He'll huff too, to fit in, and lean back against the couch with his arm crossed, insulted to the bottom of his delicacies. ]

Unbelievable.

[permboy]

[ Yes. Yes, he is. He's still kind of slow with the typing too.

But, oh, are we sitting? Then why is he standing? Let him just fix that, and join Katsura, bending a leg enough for it to reach Katsura's thigh when it flops down. His hands lie limple between his legs. ]

And I'm supposed to live with this.

[bombdemon]

[ Wow, easy with the manspreading there. ]

You've always been strong, Gintoki. I know you can make it.

[permboy]

[ No? It's just Zura. ]

There are limits even for me, Zura.

[bombdemon]

[ How rude. Well, enjoy him patting your knee consolingly then. ]

It's not Zura, it's Katsura. You are always welcome under my roof when things get too tough. [ pause ] Ah, I've always wanted to say that. [ another pause ] Now that I finally have a roof... [ ty HH ]

[permboy]

[ See? No problems anywhere.

There's silence for a long while at that. Has he fallen asleep again? But no, his eyes are very much open. Just staring straight ahead at nothing. That's right ... Katsura's kind of been without that for a very long time. Sometimes Gintoki forgets. Or more like chooses not to think about it. It's simply ... Unpleasant. ]

Do you like it here?

[ It's not ... really a question because he thinks he knows the answer. Still. ]

[bombdemon]

[ Ah, yes. That. Katsura can't help but feel something squirm in the back of his mind. They always choose not to think about upsetting things, don't they? Being stuck here was one of such things for Katsura. Sometimes he felt guilty, even disgusted at himself about having settled in as seamlessly as he supposedly has. At the same time... there was peace here. The ruler was still kind of a dick, but... ]

[ Nobody had to kill people they loved here. ]

[ He frowns and looks away, staring forward similar to how Gintoki does. ]

As much as a canary can like its cage.

[permboy]

[ He huffs quietly. ]

If it's not one thing it's another ...

[ There's always something shutting them in. Even when they were kids there was something, even though they weren't entirely aware of it. It was looming on the horizon. Because they decided to pick up the sword.

It really was only that. ]

[bombdemon]

I suppose. [ His expression becomes distant for a moment. ] But this is not the world I must reform.

[permboy]

Details.

[ He knows. This isn't right. ]

[bombdemon]

Ah, it's like a *** dream. It may be pleasant, but come morning, you still haven't gotten **** in the real world.

It's fine to accept it for the time being, but we mustn't forget we don't belong here.

[permboy]

[ Snort. ]

Speak for yourself.

[ There's a pause, and he scratches the back of his head. ]

I won't forget.

[ He's reminded every day when his so called family here comes down for breakfast in the morning. Wrong faces. ]

[bombdemon]

Ah, my mistake. You don't get **** in the real or the dream world.

[ b e s t friends ]

[ but he nods, solemn. ]

It's as if this place wants to lul us into a fake sense of security. There may be more to it than meets the eye. Keep your guard up, Gintoki.

[permboy]

I can't tell what that censor is supposed to be so I'm not sure how to respond to that.

[ Driving an elbow into Katsura's side is a pretty safe bet though because it's definitely an insult nonetheless so. That's what he does. ]

I know, I know. I haven't forgotten.

[ How to do that. As far removed as his life is from the one Katsura is still in a way leading.

He's been on guard since he came and he'll be damned if he drops it. ]

[bombdemon]

You will catch the basic meaning if you substitute it for "laid".

-- oof.

[ Elbows him back. ]

Good.

[ He has no idea how Gintoki hasn't gotten out of shape over the years, to be honest. Or maybe he has, and this is how he can still fight when out of shape. Food for thought what a machine he must've been in the old years. Anyway... ]

[ Maybe they should take up jogging while here. ]

[ The thought is accompanied by that detached, somewhat dreamy look on Katsura's face that he has when he's coming up with complete bullshit of a plan. ]

[permboy]

[ Oh. Well, in that case the elbow was definitely just right. ]

Like you do.

[ He probably has. He certainly feels older and like he can't do it like he used to. But it's fine for him, really. He makes do.

And he's not alone, usually. So it's fine.

He glances at Katsura, and

scoots away to the other end of the couch ]

[bombdemon]

[ huffs ]

Unlike you, I have more important matters to attend.

[ No, no he doesn't either. ]

[ It's still good enough, yes. Katsura feels old at times, too. But they have less enemies to worry about now. Maybe, somehow, it will still work out... ]

[ TOO LATE HE'S LOOKING AT YOU GINTOKI ]

[ brightly; ] When do you usually start work?

[permboy]

[ FUUUUUCK ]

Ahhh, I don't really know yet. I just got it.

[bombdemon]

Well, I suppose 6 AM will give you enough time in any case. Make sure you're ready when I come get you.

[permboy]

Fuck off. I'm not getting up before seven.

[bombdemon]

But you might be late for work then.

[permboy]

Like I'd get a job that requires me to get up before seven.

[ Meaning NO HE'S NOT GOING ALONG WITH YOUR CRAZY PLAN, WHATEVER IT MIGHT BE. ]

[bombdemon]

[ sighs... is he giving up? ]

Fine. I'll be here at seven.

[ YOU WISH ]