[Stopped in his path, Takasugi can only manage enough patience to allow Gintoki's monologue to finish. They'd all been ignorant virgins together - conversations he'd rather not remember, even when supping on sweet nostalgia. And Gintoki's cartography has always been piss-poor, somehow rendering his rambling descriptions of topography more useful than his scribbling.
Responses flood into his mind, but that's where they stop. Flicker and die, an old flame no longer strong enough to maintain. Everything's been burnt through, even the ash beneath consumed.
What flares up in its place is the memory of his fists cracking against Gintoki's skull.
They never had finished-
When Gintoki reaches for him, Takasugi pivots. Grabs the man's wrist to peel him away while drawing his filet knife and lunging forward with it - all one motion. With no hesitation, he's aimed for the man's eye.
No matter the connection, he pauses in his onslaught to hiss,] What do you say we settle our draw, Gintoki?
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Responses flood into his mind, but that's where they stop. Flicker and die, an old flame no longer strong enough to maintain. Everything's been burnt through, even the ash beneath consumed.
What flares up in its place is the memory of his fists cracking against Gintoki's skull.
They never had finished-
When Gintoki reaches for him, Takasugi pivots. Grabs the man's wrist to peel him away while drawing his filet knife and lunging forward with it - all one motion. With no hesitation, he's aimed for the man's eye.
No matter the connection, he pauses in his onslaught to hiss,] What do you say we settle our draw, Gintoki?