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Gintoki Sakata 坂田 銀時
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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?

[bombdemon]

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. ]

[bombdemon]

[ 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. ]

[bombdemon]

[ 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. ]

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[ When Ayame comes home she catches the sight of them as she passes the door. She stops, and stares. They're lucky she's so tired from having spent hours working out like a maniac, she doesn't have the energy to flip at Katsura being inside the house yet.

She will, however, give him a disgruntled look. ]

What the hell are you doing here, wig face?

[bombdemon]

It's not wig face, it's Katsura.

[ His voice is a loud whisper at most, and then he's gesturing at Gintoki with the smile of a proud mother who's just managed to put her absolutely adorable infant to sleep. ]

Please don't speak too loud. He could really use this sleep.

[ Even the dark circles are probably looking a little better at this point, though. ]

[tooryanse]

[ Ergh, just fuck already. Again, if they've done it before.

She glares at him before going over to the kitchen to get herself a drink. She already showered at the training facility, so there's no need for that. She needs something sugary though, and goes right for the fizzy drinks.

When she comes back, she leans against the doorway, not looking amused at all. ]

The idiot's got a bed, don't take up unnecessary space here.

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[ THEY HAVEN'T DONE IT BEFORE!! ]

[ Katsura breathes a sigh of relief as he thinks they're done, but Ayame returns soon enough. Ah, another sugar maniac? Maybe it's not too bad of a match at all. ]

[ Well, there's nothing amusing going on. This is all very serious. ]

[ He frowns a little, but keeps his voice down. ]

I understood that he sleeps here.

[ Since, you know, there's usually only one shared bed for adults and however many for the kids. Wait, was she suddenly alright with Gintoki sleeping beside her? With all due respect, that was a handsy accident waiting to happen. ]

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If he made the effort there's another bed in the house. I can't help it if he isn't smart enough to find it.

[ The legs might be chopped off among other things though. She had a fit of rage when she was canon updated. ]

[bombdemon]

Finding things you're not looking for can be hard. [ thoughtfully ] But it's usually worth it.

[tooryanse]

He's too lazy to. [ And after a thoughtful look she goes around to stand in front of the couch. Then, she kicks the backrest hard enough that it tips backward, Katsura and Gintoki with it. ]

[bombdemon]

[ ?!!! ]

What is your problem?

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[ --suddenly the whole world is flipping over. Excuse me, but what the fuck?

Well, unless Katsura flipped over too, Gintoki is definitely lying on his stomach more than his lap now, though other than that falling back with a couch isn't so bad. He just stares up blinking in alarm, though still blearily, as he registers the couch ... the wrong way around. Oh. ]

Ah. She's home.

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[ Ayame crosses her arms, and gives Gintoki a hard stare. And ignoring Katsura. ]

The hell have you done to me, asshole.

[bombdemon]

At least you got some sleep. [ he reassures, then peers back at Ayame, holding his arms out over Gintoki protectively like some kind of a bird sitting on its nest when a predator draws close. ]

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[ He looks so confused. Might just be genuine too, since he just woke up. ]

Ah? What?

[tooryanse]

The fucking rose.

[ She's hung up on that. Of course she's hung up on that, it just ended. ]

[bombdemon]

[ So it has, indeed. It's also why Zura's here. He's just going watch them and be qui-- oh who are we kidding. ]

I can assure you that we were not aware of the... magic part of this.

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[ Well ...

Gintoki makes a weird face. He didn't really know, but he also didn't not know. ]

Ahh, but I got to find out so much about you! It was like you suddenly became human. It was actually pretty nice!

[ Then he blinks, putting a finger to his lips, tapping them curiously. ]

Ah, I suppose that's the problem.

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[ Now she does give Katsura a little bit of attention. ]

You better be fucking glad I didn't touch that one, you piece of shit.

[ Doesn't mean she's happy about the visit, however. ]

You 'suppose'? What the hell do you think, if I tell people things about myself I prefer if I get to choose it myself.

[bombdemon]

[ He looks mildly offended. ]

That's not what we agreed would happen Now that's just mean. Why wouldn't you touch such a thoughtful gift? Although, I suppose, touching is not necessary. Intense dislike is also one of the effects. How long have you been like this?..

[ yeah now he's doubting the natural order ]