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Gintoki Sakata 坂田 銀時
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[ ACTION ] day after he saw the nurse ....

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_{[ RAPID KNOCKING ON GINTOKI'S DOOR. ]}

Open up! This is the police!

_{[ And once he opens it, he'll see the crazy woman he had a run in with the other day, but this time she is in a police uniform. What the hell?
She places a hand on her hip. ]}

I heard you were the victim of domestic violence. I've come to investigate.
_{[ Her guitar is strapped over her chest with it resting on her back. You remember this thing, don't you? ]}

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[ Oh my god. She's not a stalker, is she? She's not a stalker or something. ]

How the hell did you find my house?

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_{[ She's so happy you didn't shut the door on her, really. ]}
I did my research! _{[ she stalked ]} Lookie here, I got a badge and everything.

<sub>[ She gestures to a badge that is on her chest.
And sure enough:
HARUHA RAHARU
FIRST CLASS GALACTIC SPACE PATROL OFFICER
ID: 27270089

It looks legit. ]</sub>

Do you mind telling me what happened the other day?
_{[ she was there????? she knows what happened??? she's the culprit??? ]}

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[ He leans in and squints at the badge.

And then looks up at her from that position. Blankly. ]

Who the hell are you?

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It's only been a day and you've already forgotten my name~? After all we've been through--?

Haruko Haruhara! I'm a first class space patrol officer! I can play my guitar just like Hendrix, and I really like making spicy curry!
Oh, and I'm an alien.

_{[ She stands on her tippy toes, investigating, but she still can't really see it, so she's just kind of toppling back and forth, trying to get a peek. ]}

How's your head? Does it hurt? Can I see it?

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An alien. Of course.

[ Huff. ]

So the badge is legit? You're actually a police officer? I'd like to file a complaint about police brutality.

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Well. You're free to, but I doubt any of the officers would mind. This is sort of our job, y'anno. Also, since I've been brought here, I haven't been able to get in contact with HQ. It's just static on my walkie-talkie.

That doesn't mean I need to take it easy when it comes to the job.
_{[ TIPPY TIP TIP TOES. She's probably right up against him at this point trying to see. ]}

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[ Yeah, he's not moving. ]

What's your job exactly?

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My job? My job is to find a prisoner of ours that escaped— then he went and got himself captured like a little shit.

_{[ Practically trying to climb on him at this point during her explanation. ]}

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[ Uhhh okay what in the-- ]

What are you doing?

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Lookin' at your head— just like I've been telling you! Did it leave a mark? Have you been feeling sick or anything?

_{[ Haruko is ruffling up his hair a little, trying to see any sort of bruise or mark since she struck him directly over his skull.
She still can't really see what she wants though. ]}

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You just admitted to being the culprit, you dumbass.

My head is sturdier [ thicker ] than that. A little blow's not gonna do anything. Not to the main character.

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_{[ Her eyebrows lift and she slides down. A lot of disappointment falls over her face, mouth slowly gaping. ]}

I didn't even leave a bruise..?
_{[ FROWN. BIG FROWN. ]}

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Tch. No.

[ There is a bruise, but his hair is too thick to see anything. ]

You're a rubbish police officer. And I know a lot of those.

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_{[ SUDDENLY JUST .... SITS. Right then and there in front of his feet and folds her legs in Indian style. ]}

Oh.. I see.
I guess you can't really help me, huh?

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[







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He blinks. This just keeps making less and less sense.e ]

How does hitting me over the head help you?

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_{[ She sprawls out on the ground, propped up slightly, and jams her finger up her nose. Haruko looks a little irritated— you're mean for not inviting her in, but she'll accommodate. ]}

I dunno.
Your head seems nice.

_{[ lies. She knows exactly what's going on. ]}

I like it.
You're my first since I got here.

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[ He doesn't even think about inviting you in. ]

And you're weird.

That doesn't answer anything.

1.2

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_{[ almost menacingly: ]}
Says the man who hasn't mentally reached adulthood.
Do you even have a brain in there?

_{[ She flicks whatever she picked out of her nose in his direction before lying flat on the ground, looking up at the sky. A big, exhausting sigh. ]}

2.2

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I've been searching for him for years, and he keeps running away.
But the only way I can get'em is a certain way. And that involves guys like you. And their heads.
_{[ still cagey as ever. Haruko folds her hands behind her head and crosses one leg over the other. Her gaze flicks to him before she waves her hand about in his direction. Yeah, she's just chilling on the sidewalk here, nbd. ]}

I am pretty sure have power in your head, and I'm just tryin' to get it out, 'kay? Consider yourself a major plot point.

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[ He just smoothly avoids it.

Well, lady, he spent his development years in war. That fucks with a person. ]

What, guys with no brains?

Try Zura.

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_{[ perks up. ]}

He is named after a wig?

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[ He sticks a finger up his nose. ]

He is a wig. Nothing in that head but a wig.

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_{[ she suddenly looks really devious. ]}

Taro-kun also lost his brain. I can find all sorts of neat things in him.
Like kitty ears.

Meow.

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Say that and Zura would probably let you hit him.