[Ding dong your are wrong misinformed, Mr. Poor Pitiful and Ponytailed! His protagonist powers may have been unfairly torn from him by the jaws of a stupid game premise, but his personality somehow still seems to attract those around him...! Not that Gintoki would know how or why - just that he somehow keeps connecting with-

Neither here nor there?! Nuh uh, get back here mister and finish this pissing contest of friendship in the meta-text!]

Huh? Nah. Don't you think an afternoon should take care of itself? Who needs to worry about who's making it good or b-

[Ack! Chopsticks...! Those shitty little sticks are pinching his fingers, and that poor bruised peach was immediately sent to another castle! Tch! He's frozen in a smile, his eyes locked onto his trapped fingers.

If he curled his lips and sneered now - he would lose! He would absolutely lose any meager change he might have. So he has to play along---

And he does so by letting out a yelp and jerking his entire body into the other's desk - with every intention of moving it just a little farther from Kamui. Buy him a little bit to nab something off of it.]

Oi, oi, oi!! Careful, careful!! T-t-Tight. Tight! Your grip is tight!

[But as he's yowling, his other hand is moving to grab something - anything out of that bento with more speed and precision than his last attempt.]