[It would do Wada-sensei well to just act like Takasugi wasn't in class, even when he was. Really, Takasugi wonders why he didn't just get up and leave the classroom when called. He'd done it before, but-
The opportunity to embarrass Gintoki was just too tempting. So it was with that illustrious goal in mind that Takasugi had crossed to the front of the class. Not with any thoughts of being Nami or Vegeta or anything stupid like that.
His roommate's sputtered disbelief only brought more of a smirk to Takasugi's face. The idiot was caught completely off guard, this was going too well.
And then Gintoki spoke.
There it was - the competition. Gintoki was fighting back! ...by attempting to embarrass himself more thouroughly than Takasugi could. Add in the second hand embarrassment of being associated with him, and Gintoki actually managed to be a worthy opponent.
But he wouldn't be losing.
Takasugi stood and let Gintoki stammer on about whatever the topic apparently was and looked some of the more horrified students directly in the eyes with a flash of implied 'question it, I dare you'.
Most of his ability to intimidate suddenly vanished, however, when a gurgling mess of a musical attempt rang out and threatened to absolve everyone in the room of the burden of cognitive thought.
Takasugi could probably have managed a rap, in all honesty, but no one would have heard it over Gintoki's vocal wreck. This needed to stop, or Gintoki would win via the aforementioned 'embarrasses self' route. ]
Away. Yes. Don't you remember, Gintoki, we did away with that part of the presentation. Instead, you were going to do an interpretive dance.
Everyone, he was up very late practicing, but it seems he's still shy. Let's applaud him now so he has the confidence to get started.
[After leading the classroom in hesitant applause, he'd go ahead and play the school song on his phone, for your background music.]
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The opportunity to embarrass Gintoki was just too tempting. So it was with that illustrious goal in mind that Takasugi had crossed to the front of the class. Not with any thoughts of being Nami or Vegeta or anything stupid like that.
His roommate's sputtered disbelief only brought more of a smirk to Takasugi's face. The idiot was caught completely off guard, this was going too well.
And then Gintoki spoke.
There it was - the competition. Gintoki was fighting back! ...by attempting to embarrass himself more thouroughly than Takasugi could. Add in the second hand embarrassment of being associated with him, and Gintoki actually managed to be a worthy opponent.
But he wouldn't be losing.
Takasugi stood and let Gintoki stammer on about whatever the topic apparently was and looked some of the more horrified students directly in the eyes with a flash of implied 'question it, I dare you'.
Most of his ability to intimidate suddenly vanished, however, when a gurgling mess of a musical attempt rang out and threatened to absolve everyone in the room of the burden of cognitive thought.
Takasugi could probably have managed a rap, in all honesty, but no one would have heard it over Gintoki's vocal wreck. This needed to stop, or Gintoki would win via the aforementioned 'embarrasses self' route. ]
Away. Yes. Don't you remember, Gintoki, we did away with that part of the presentation. Instead, you were going to do an interpretive dance.
Everyone, he was up very late practicing, but it seems he's still shy. Let's applaud him now so he has the confidence to get started.
[After leading the classroom in hesitant applause, he'd go ahead and play the school song on his phone, for your background music.]