[And then there was Zura, making like a damn mermaid about in the pool. Gintoki felt a little resentment in his chest as the man splashed and relaxed into the mass of a liquid death trap...

Didn't he understand? Didn't he see?! Any moment was a danger! A hazard!

Why would anyone want to make peace with a watery grave?!

But the other's words are precisely what prevents Gintoki from harming himself. His hand lingers, as if he still considers the act in front of his friend... but then his grip loosens and he lowers his limb guiltily.]

Ah? Yeah. Besides, you know, it's sort of that time of month. That time of month that makes it really hard to want to get in the water. You know...

[...Like a period?!

Is he talking about a period right now?! Does he really not want to swim that badly?!]