[Blood dripping down the albino's face draws Takasugi's eye. He stares at that stark red, rendered dull by the oppressive mall lighting. Washed out in color, it still suits him far better than the costume he's so committed to.
Distance between them, the impetus is on Takasugi to continue the fight.
He doesn't mind a burden like that.] Fine by me-
[Gintoki hadn't ended up face down in his own blood, but he'd also been saved by the man who was. It's embarrassing for the both of them. Takasugi scans Gintoki quickly, looking for a weapon - that he doesn't see one doesn't mean the man isn't armed.
But it's enough information for now. He lunges forward, leading with the knife but looking to grapple with whatever counter Gintoki offers.]
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Distance between them, the impetus is on Takasugi to continue the fight.
He doesn't mind a burden like that.] Fine by me-
[Gintoki hadn't ended up face down in his own blood, but he'd also been saved by the man who was. It's embarrassing for the both of them. Takasugi scans Gintoki quickly, looking for a weapon - that he doesn't see one doesn't mean the man isn't armed.
But it's enough information for now. He lunges forward, leading with the knife but looking to grapple with whatever counter Gintoki offers.]