[The diversion in his trajectory sends Gintoki into high alert. His eyes widen, teeth clenching downward as he works against inertia to change his own movement. His own body slips to the right, and the filet knife slits just beyond its intended - knicking the flesh just off from the orbital and displacing his glasses.
It causes the man to hiss, and he's quick to hop backward to avoid a secondary strike. His stance widens to support himself and he reaches up to adjust his glasses. Blood dribbles down from the fresh cut, staining the jacket he had just intended to be borrow. Tch.]
Draw? Don't remember being the one eatin' dirt at the end there.
[This wasn't the time. God, for a Richie Rich, you sure suck at reading the atmosphere, huh?] So how 'bout a 'Fuck you,' instead?
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It causes the man to hiss, and he's quick to hop backward to avoid a secondary strike. His stance widens to support himself and he reaches up to adjust his glasses. Blood dribbles down from the fresh cut, staining the jacket he had just intended to be borrow. Tch.]
Draw? Don't remember being the one eatin' dirt at the end there.
[This wasn't the time. God, for a Richie Rich, you sure suck at reading the atmosphere, huh?] So how 'bout a 'Fuck you,' instead?