[ A month or so ago, Lily-dono had directed him to some tailors who could make custom apparel. They weren't a very talkative bunch, but they did the job right at least. Now that he's finally got his hands on Kondo's money again, Katsura decided to solve the important problem his lazy protagonist friend was having; identical clothes to change around. ]
[ Unfortunately, with how much detail he insisted would be done in an exact way, the tailor requested a sample, or at least a sketch, of the fabric. ]
[ Which meant he had to borrow the yukata for the greater good, and preferably not let Gintoki know so it could be a surprise. ]
[ So there he was, all clad in a black ninja slash burglar outfit, making his way into Gintoki's house through the window in the dark of night. It only takes a moment for him to find the yukata, tossed over the backrest of the couch he sleeps on carelessly. As quietly as he can, he grabs it, stuffs it into his bosom and dives back out, legging it as fast as he can. Which is pretty damn fast. Even if Gintoki wakes up at the last moments, he probably won't be able to catch up. ]
[ Not much wakes Gintoki up, but if a person messes with a protagonist's clothes ... They have senses, and they tingle. He still wakes slowly, though. Early enough to see the yukata being taken, but he's very slow to realise that's what's happening.
When he does, though, he shoots up. ]
Oi!
[ RUNS FOR THE WINDOW. HE SEES YOU, MYSTERIOUS BLACK FIGURE ... ]
OIIII!
[ AND HE TAKES PURSUIT, LEAPING OUT THE WINDOW TOO. ]
[ It hits right in the face, and the mysterious dark figure flaps its arms ungracefully as it falls off the wall, whumps into the bush below and doesn't move for a moment. Score? ]
[ Except before Gintoki can get decently close, it sits up, throws something into the ground like a real ninja and there's a fucking thick wall of smoke. Once it clears, the figure is nowhere to be seen. ]
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[ Unfortunately, with how much detail he insisted would be done in an exact way, the tailor requested a sample, or at least a sketch, of the fabric. ]
[ Which meant he had to borrow the yukata for the greater good, and preferably not let Gintoki know so it could be a surprise. ]
[ So there he was, all clad in a black ninja slash burglar outfit, making his way into Gintoki's house through the window in the dark of night. It only takes a moment for him to find the yukata, tossed over the backrest of the couch he sleeps on carelessly. As quietly as he can, he grabs it, stuffs it into his bosom and dives back out, legging it as fast as he can. Which is pretty damn fast. Even if Gintoki wakes up at the last moments, he probably won't be able to catch up. ]
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When he does, though, he shoots up. ]
Oi!
[ RUNS FOR THE WINDOW. HE SEES YOU, MYSTERIOUS BLACK FIGURE ... ]
OIIII!
[ AND HE TAKES PURSUIT, LEAPING OUT THE WINDOW TOO. ]
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He picks up a small rock on the way - best thing he could think of just like that - and skids to make a turn where he saw the bastard thief do so. ]
HALT, YOU USELESS PIECE OF BURNABLE GARBAGE!
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[ and he starts scaling a building. nothing safer than the rooftops, Assass*n's Cr*ed should have taught you as much. ]
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NO.
He skids to a stop, swings his arm back and lifts a foot to really get force behind this swing ...
And then he throws the rock right at the thief's head. ]
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[ It hits right in the face, and the mysterious dark figure flaps its arms ungracefully as it falls off the wall, whumps into the bush below and doesn't move for a moment. Score? ]
[ Except before Gintoki can get decently close, it sits up, throws something into the ground like a real ninja and there's a fucking thick wall of smoke. Once it clears, the figure is nowhere to be seen. ]
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IS THIS REALITY?
Gintoki stands there, fuming in disbelief and fury for a while, before stomping back to the house. ]