[There's no need to turn around; Takasugi recognizes the grip on his shoulder. He stops to consider the ridiculous outfit, his jaw slowly tilting. Of course Gintoki's still playing. Refusing to take this seriously.
Who had been the one embarrassing himself writing? That was you!]
I don't remember learning anything from you. [And he certainly doesn't remember ever wanting to be redeemed.
Takasugi slips from the charlatan's grip with whatever force necessary, circling around the obstruction to his meandering. There's a passing glance, more recognition than he's spared in the past. A longer glimpse than he'd intended to take-
Eye cast forward, he's trying to simply destroy this encounter...]
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Who had been the one embarrassing himself writing? That was you!]
I don't remember learning anything from you. [And he certainly doesn't remember ever wanting to be redeemed.
Takasugi slips from the charlatan's grip with whatever force necessary, circling around the obstruction to his meandering. There's a passing glance, more recognition than he's spared in the past. A longer glimpse than he'd intended to take-
Eye cast forward, he's trying to simply destroy this encounter...]