[ 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. ]
[ 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?!
[ 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. ]
[ GOD DAMMIT WHY IS HE STILL PEEING?! Kicks his way sideways because he already stinks of pee and there's no need to make it worse and lifts two fingers-- ] Let me give you two useful pieces of information. One, I'm not a troll. Two. There's indoor plumbing in your house, why are you peeing outside?!
I dunno, your hair looks a bit like one of those fuzzy hairdos on those weird naked troll dolls. You got the nose too. What am I supposed to think here, aa?
[ Honestly once he's away from the spray he doesn't care that much... he spends a lot of time naked.
He does get a little offended-looking about the hair, though. Rakes a hand through it and shakes out sticks because screw you. ]
No, it certainly doesn't. Even if it did, I wouldn't want to hear that from a man who looks like he took the handle off a mop and plopped the rest on his head.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ Absence may actually make the heart grow fonder, since Tsumugu is momentarily moved just the tiniest bit by his usual affect.
Until the bit about waiting too long. ]
You're the one who took a surprise two week vacation. [ Pauses. ] Besides, I find it hard to believe you weren't aware of my address. You're not actually senile.
Oh, about that-- I think I made a wrong turn and got lost in the wilderness. [ ??? how did he survive ... surely he is lying. Nobody knows what he was up to. ]
You're right! I know exactly where you are, but I didn't want to disturb you playing house. Are you having fun? Keeping the cabinets stocked?
[ Flatly, he repeats Aikuro: ] You made a wrong turn and got lost in the wilderness.
[ He draws out a pause, two seconds, three, and drops it. ] I'm... adjusting. Peacetime - of that's what we're calling this - is still uncomfortable, but there's a child in the house, now.
[ 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.
[ Is she trying to be the biggest comedian of all time, too... ]
For a purpose. I'm not an exhibitionist. Unlike some people we know. [ A half-formed hum, the distant sound of papers shuffling-- ] How about you owe me a favor. [ This is halfway a present for saving the world, appreciate his generosity. ]
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