The white demon isn't the only man in the world with a mat of hair or a wide set back. Oboro is testament enough to the diversity of Edo's population, much less the people the programmers have filled this town with. He doesn't immediately assume he's been joined by the last person on earth he wants to see when he fetches his coffee.
But it tastes especially bitter, sipped through taut lips.
When Gintoki wakes, and spouts off some nonsense, Oboro can't bring himself to stare. He turns away, a glance cast to the rebel before he scrolls idly through a file folder.] You're a disturbance to the workplace.
Leave. [Spare him, and yourself, this quagmire of an interaction.]
no subject
This is unacceptable.
The white demon isn't the only man in the world with a mat of hair or a wide set back. Oboro is testament enough to the diversity of Edo's population, much less the people the programmers have filled this town with. He doesn't immediately assume he's been joined by the last person on earth he wants to see when he fetches his coffee.
But it tastes especially bitter, sipped through taut lips.
When Gintoki wakes, and spouts off some nonsense, Oboro can't bring himself to stare. He turns away, a glance cast to the rebel before he scrolls idly through a file folder.] You're a disturbance to the workplace.
Leave. [Spare him, and yourself, this quagmire of an interaction.]