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Gintoki Sakata 坂田 銀時
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[bombdemon]

[ I did this, he things as he stares at the pathetic state Gintoki's in, and he clenches the hilt of his sword because of course, the first reaction is SEPPUKU. But no. This is Gintoki, and this won't help him feel any better (if it did, he'd totally do it, too). So after the initial pause, he starts talking. Kind of fast. ]

I'm so sorry. Those things I said, I want you to know I never thought that way, I was bewitched by some kind of evil but I understand if you can't forgive me and --

[ pauses, and frowns. ]

You reek.

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[ Gintoki's just about ready to tell Katsura to shut the hell up when he does that himself, so instead he just blinks slowly. ]

You were so close to a proper apology but you flubbed it there at the end.

[ Not that he was actually looking for an apology. As far as he's concerned, the idea that Katsura has anything to apologise for is simply absurd. Doesn't mean it's not reassuring to hear that he doesn't think what he said, even if Gintoki can't quite fathom it.

Still nice.

There's a pause, and then he lifts his arm and sniffs his armpit.

--ew. Okay. Yes, he does.

He should probably fix that before Ayame comes back. Or not and see what happens ...

When he lifts his head again he doesn't look like he thought it smelled terrible, though. ]

Didn't notice.

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[ Katsura flails a little at the notion that he's 'flubbed' something. ]

I swear I did not mean any of it! [ pauses thoughtfully ] Well, I suppose I'm not completely opposed to a joint bath, but definitely not the other things. [ folds arms as if telling himself now he did a good job with the apology. ] Can I do anything for you to make it up?

[ Please don't stop relying on him. Or trusting him. Or being comfortable around him. That much should be visible from his expression. ]

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[ Huff. ]

Of course you're not.

[ But he assumes no romantic expectations this time around.

He frowns lightly, and lowers his head, rubbing at the back of it. Since he's in the window, though, doing that doesn't really work as a method of hiding. Oh, well.

It's just Zura. It's fine. ]

You don't need to do anything, idiot.

[ Just stay. Like you always do. ]

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[ that... that kind of sounds like he's forgiven? ]

[ he stares at Gintoki with a quivering lip, then makes a disgusting sound of happiness and fucking hugs him through the window ]

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[ THE WINDOW REALLY DOESN'T MAKE FOR THE BEST HUGGING POSITION. His stomach ends up uncomfortably pressed against the windowsill as he's pulled down, but ... He accepts it without any grumbling. He even lowers his arms enough to sort of return it, with a somewhat awkward pat to Katsura's back. ]

This is pretty uncomfortable, you know.

[ And it makes it hard to breathe so it definitely comes out a bit strained. ]

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Oh.

[ He's back to his usual deadpan now. ]

May I come in?

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[ Go figure. ]

I guess.

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[ clambers in through the window, with surprising grace considering he's pretty much wearing a skirt. ]

[ smiles gently ]

I have something for you.

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[ Gintoki's not really surprised at all, and just smoothly steps back to let Katsura through.

And at the mention of "something for him," he immediately perks up. Well, the fact that they're all fine helps too. He feels a lot better already. ]

What?

[bombdemon]

[ Yes, well it's part of them being all fine, probably. Katsura always makes sure he has some kind of bribe to placate Gintoki just in case his delightful presence is not enough. ]

[ And now he's pulling out a jar of Nutella, the smallest variety, with a homely looking yarn tied around it to hold a tag saying something mushy like "for best friend" or similar in place. ]

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[ He takes the jar, and sniffs a little at it. ]

This size? How cheap.

[ HE KNOWS THERE ARE BIGGER ONES.

Then he turns it over and reads the tag, however, and his pretend scowl softens, followed by a fond huff. ]

Idiot.

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I'm merely looking out for your diabetes.

[ HEY he didn't say you can take it. So when Gintoki's distracted by the sappy tag, he snatches it back. ]

Nuh-uh-uh. You get it after you shower.

[ it's not idiot, it's mom ]

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[ He does what he wants okay?

HUFF. ]

Why?

[ Yes yes he know he stinks. Whatever. ]

I don't need bribes to shower.

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Then why aren't you doing it?

[ have you missed this? ]

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[ ... Sort of?

Because he's been miserable thanks to you. Did you forget already. ]

Because it takes more than a second for me to get to the bathroom and into the shower?

[ Meaning, yes, he's going. But not before he looks down at his clothes - which definitely need a launder - and grumbles. He still doesn't have more than on yukata like this and it's very frustrating.

Oh, well. Fine. He'll just go slip into his and Ayame's room to find something decent first. ]

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I'll wait here, then.

[ Calls after him merrily and plops down on the couch. Of course he didn't forget, he just shoved it back with the rest of the things he's in denial about. Please don't dig it up. ]

[ Ah, hope Ayame doesn't come home early. ]

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[ Oh, he has no intention to. The sooner they leave this all behind the better, if you ask him.

So, Gintoki throws his clothes in the washing machine (and starts a load while he's at it because, hey, he's on a roll here, and he wants his clothes washed so he can wear them), takes a shower (with shampoo and soap and all), and then puts on a simple dark blue yukata, hangs a towel over his shoulders and leaves it at that. Then he comes back to the living room and, circles under eyes aside, he looks a lot better, and not just because he's clean. ]

Happy now, mom?

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It's not mom, it's Katsura. [ He says it brightly enough for it to be a positive answer, scoots to one end of the couch and holds out the jar. ]

[ It's amazing what a shower can do to a person. (It's just one little part of what actually caused this improvement, but details, details.) ]

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[ And he will take that, and plop down next to Katsura while he opens it. And then he just sticks his finger in and starts eating it like that. But, you know, whatever.

He'll try to save something to bake with later. ]

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[ Katsura looks a little shaken for a moment (he could have probably found a spoon in those botomless sleeves of his), but once he reassures himself that if anyone would lick that finger absolutely clean afterwards, it's Gintoki, he manages to relax again. And lean back into the couch. Hm, wonder if there's anything good on TV... ]

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[ Honestly, he'll take a spoon? But doesn't really care about asking. Finger is fine. A moment later he shifts enough to kind of lean back against Katsura's side, putting one foot on the couch, and sighs blissfully with the finger in his mouth.

This is fine. ]

[bombdemon]

[ Ah, yes. This is normal. He can feel at peace again, seeing Gintoki (relatively) happy like this. ]

[ But now that he's leaning on him, he doesn't want to move to turn the TV on, so he'll grab a newspaper that's conveniently laying over the armrest. ]

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[ Gintoki says nothing else for the time being, and just quietly works on emptying the Nutella jar, at the same time as he slowly and steadily sinks lower and lower as exhaustion settles in. It's a different kind of exhaustion this time, though. Not the kind where he's so tired but knows perfectly well he won't be able to get proper rest and is instead stuck sitting around and withering away because he can't make himself do anything because he's too tired because he can't rest.

No, that one has mostly gone away. Now he's warm and content with Zura right there, and his body remembers what being properly tired is like.

By the time he's practically lying down and his eyelids rest lower than normal, he's finished half of the jar. But he can barely keep his eyes open anymore, so he puts the lid back on, and yawns as he places the jar on the table.

Then he adjusts his position, putting his head on Katsura's lap, closes his eyes and is out like a light. ]

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[ He'll help him put the jar away safely and settle more comfortably with the paper. Being a pillow is nothing new; he's pretty happy with it, really. Just another sign that all is fine. ]

[ When he's sure Gintoki's asleep, he'll sneak in a few pets of that silver perm, then return to the paper. ]

[ The scene ends up pretty much like this. ]