[Gintoki makes contact with a shoulder that felt a little too familiar in his grasp. His gaze follows the connection to find a silhouette that causes his stomach to churn and drop. It takes discipline not to grimace, and his grip loosens to allow the other to slip from his hold.
...
Wait.
But lying to Takasugi would prove the easiest way to fill his role. There is no way he could let this guy weasel away when he finally could be useful instead of just some annoying screentime gobbler.
So he quickly steps forward.]
Nah, nah. Remember when I taught you what hole you needed to be looking for? Or maybe when you couldn't draw a map to save your life? Now look where you are. You're welcome, y'know. So go grab me some sake.
[And he's grabbing at Takasugi again. He noticed that the other had stared for longer than he had in years. A moment of weakness? He was going to tap into his natural opportunist soul and attempt some sort of breach.]
no subject
...
Wait.
But lying to Takasugi would prove the easiest way to fill his role. There is no way he could let this guy weasel away when he finally could be useful instead of just some annoying screentime gobbler.
So he quickly steps forward.]
Nah, nah. Remember when I taught you what hole you needed to be looking for? Or maybe when you couldn't draw a map to save your life? Now look where you are. You're welcome, y'know. So go grab me some sake.
[And he's grabbing at Takasugi again. He noticed that the other had stared for longer than he had in years. A moment of weakness? He was going to tap into his natural opportunist soul and attempt some sort of breach.]