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[Action] Prob backdated a day or two idk also is this nsfw???

[permboy]

[ Where has Gintoki slept tonight? Who knows, but not at home. Which is where he's heading now, sometime in the later hours of the morning, still a little on the drunk side - or is it mostly hungover? Who knows - when very suddenly his bladder gives the signal that it's about to burst.

Giving a care for nothing else - there could be spectators and he just wouldn't care - he hobbles over to the nearest bush and pulls his dick out.

The sigh he gives out as the liquid of gold pours out is one of such great relief and contentment, you'd have to wonder for a moment if he were masturbating or something. ]

action ; golden showers are definitely nsfw

[needlegunner]

[ Tsumugu was minding... well, Gintoki's business, technically, but that's neither here nor there in the long run. He hears the crunching noise of someone approaching, and stills.

Just in time to find warmth spreading on the shins of his pants. The smell and Gintoki sighing hit him at the same time, and what was it about this place and getting peed on?

He stands up without even getting out of the bush. There's twigs in his mohawk and leaves sticking to his tank top. ]

Does anyone in this town have TOILET MANNERS to speak of?!

smh

[permboy]

[ And the stream sputters and dies out, if only for a moment, at the shock of someone suddenly popping out of the bush. Doesn't stop for long though because, as you know, once the golden shower has started it's very difficult to stop it. ]

Ah.

There was a troll in the bush.

[ TEXT ] august 16th

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ so after disappearing for like two weeks, he only has one thing to text to Tsumugu.

And it's this, with no other explanation. ]</sub>

text 1/2 ;

[needlegunner]

[ He watches the video with a very determinedly stony expression. ]

You had better be holed up in your house making these ridiculous things.

action 2/2;

[needlegunner]

[ And with that, he leaves his house to stalk down the block and across the street.

Knock, knock, partner. ]

[ PERMA ACTION ]

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ low and behold, Aikuro opens the door in what appears to be heavenly bliss. The door flies open— his unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze— hair swaying in the wind.

He brings his hands to the air as he takes a breath to give his friend a greeting. ]</sub>

Welcome, Tsumugu! I was wondering when you were going to stop by— you kept me waiting too long.
How am I supposed to share a cigarette with you if you're not here?
_{[ the fuck. he could have easily gone to your house but no. ]}

Well, there is always smoking over the phone, but that isn't any fun.
_{[ He drops his hands to the side and leans against the door sill. ]}

day four, voice

[gotnaked]

Yo, mohawk man.

Lemme pull your pants down.

[ HOPEFULLY HE GOT THE EVENT MEMO.................... this is going to be weird otherwise. ]

voice

[needlegunner]

[ Luckily for her, he has, indeed, seen the memo. (He double-checks the day's packet anyway just to be sure this isn't some weird teenager thing.)

Most delinquents don't ask before they misbehave, though, so that she's asking at all is kind of endearing. ]

There's no real benefit in giving you points for free, Matoi. [ Well... it's not a no. ]

[gotnaked]

[ Shut up, she's still the biggest delinquent of all time. (Also dammit.) ]

You're a nudist, right? What's the big deal? [ He's not Aikuro, Ryuko. Let the man keep his clothes. ] We'll trade. There's gotta be somethin' you need help with.

text; backdated to 08.20

[regelkonform]

[ Hello, Tsumugu, this is the best way for them to meet. Forgive him. ]

You're hot.

[ And then a few moments later another text comes in. ]

Forgive me.

text;

[needlegunner]

[ . . . ]

Next time you send a stranger a compliment, you should hold off on the apologies so they can actually appreciate it.

[ Wow, that was... legitimately helpful, for once. Just after the first text is a second: ]

I assume this was a team task?

[regelkonform]

I felt that an apology was in order, regardless of whether the content of the message was true or not.

You're correct, though, it was a team task; thankfully you appear to have taken it gracefully.

action; backdate to the beginning of halloween week

[ledesir]

[ the garage seemed as good a place as any to find the model husband. so here she is, kind of just walking into the place looking around ]

Tsumugu? Are you here? It's lunch time, are you hungry?

action;

[needlegunner]

[ the model husband is, in fact, in the garage, whistling to led zeppelin and fiddling with the car's insides. he looks up when he hears lulu's voice, leaning around the open hood to look at her. ]

Lulu. I can take a lunch break - are you eating now?

[ledesir]

I brought lunch for both of us! [ and with this she held up two large wrapped lunches ]

I made some porridge, honey glazed salmon, and some fresh warm honey milk~

[ at least she doesn't come empty handed ]

action; it's time

[hoasen]

[DOO DOO DOO, it's a weekday and she promised she was coming in for him to check up on her motorbike. It's nothing huge, just a good size for the city.

She parks it and gets off, and then wanders around to look for him.]

Hello?

action; that it is

[needlegunner]

[ tsumugu looks up at the sound of a voice that isn't yamazaki's, and then slides across the concrete floor of the garage in his rolly chair to get up and peek into the front of the store through the open door connecting the garage in the back and the shop up front. ]

Hello. [ a pause, and then he recognizes here. ] We spoke the other day.

YEEEY

[hoasen]

[Oh! There he is. She weaves through the make her way towards him, or at least as much as he would allow with all his stuff around.]

We did! I brought in my motorcycle as promised. It is nice to meet you in person. My name is Vietnam.

[ TEXT ] 12.01

[strippingsensei]

Tsumugu.
A very important question has just hit me and I need your undivided attention.
Pronto.

[ TEXT ] 12.01

[needlegunner]

[ with that wording, it's gotta be bullshit.

but, just in case: ]

What.

text

[rhincodontidae]

do we accept trade ins?

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Re: text

[needlegunner]

[ he takes a second to laugh irl ]

Those things're getting handed out like candy these days. We'll take them, but it's case-by-case.

mail, the 25th

[paramountcy]

[Christmas morning is exceptionally still. People are finding ways to spend the day with their families - real, found, or otherwise. Troubled by the events of the past week, Satsuki's put off her wrapping for too long. Everything she's wrapped has been handled with the intensity of a desperate but meticulous parent, fervent but somehow perfectly creased. Sitting in the back corner of the pile of doorstep-presents reserved for Tsumugu (everyone can tell it's his pile, objectively, probably because underpants are involved somewhere)...

Is absolutely nothing. A hollow wind whistles in the empty space a present could occupy. The cold winter snows blow by and accumulate and blow away again, never quite filling up the space, never quite covering up the absence.

ENORMOUS SNUB.]

action; backdated to valentine's morning

[ledesir]

[ magazines, it's always magazines isn't it?

this morning lulu decided to get up early enough to greet tsumugu with breakfast in bed, the pink rose was a last minute addition courtesy of the landlord himself.

a tray covered with all that could be had for breakfast. eggs, sausage, heart shaped pancakes, honey, tea, milk, coffee... she hoped one of these things was going to be something he drank. though if he did go for the milk he'd notice that it was in fact warm and infused with honey as well.

of course the finishing touch to all this was the naked apron treatment. this is what magazines suggested for married people. it seemed legit, even if they didn't have that sort of thing going on ]

Ga~u! Good morning!