1 [Lunch time was a time of thieves and mischief. The siren call of an abandoned side dish plagued the thought process of any moocher’s soul. The idea that each snot-nosed brat in the class had a plastic case containing the goods was enough to stir Gintoki’s lethargic soul.
So, instead of cracking into his own bento - which had mysteriously lost portions throughout the morning period - he’s strolling through the room as if he were genuinely interested in making conversation with his peers. Though his eyes are dull and resemble those of a dead fish’s, there is no doubt to the classmates that know Gintoki well - he’s on the prowl for free food.
And he is not above preying on any poor, unfortunate newbie.
Perhaps he’s approaching your desk with all the faked charisma of a host, or perhaps you catch his dim gaze lingering for just a little too long on your pre-packaged pudding…]
2 [A partner project?! Who in their right mind would make a class of gorillas participate together in any sort of academic setting? It was preposterous…! Utterly out of line…! Was Wada-sensei okay? Surely he’d noticed by now that the class he hosted was simply too stupid to function…
Or so Gintoki might think, if he were actually awake - but as fate would have it, he’s currently tucked behind an open textbook and drooling on his desk. This usually wouldn’t be any of your business but…
He so happens to be your partner this time around, so it may just be your business now. He snorts gently and shifts, though his drool pool remains undisturbed. It may start to feel like all eyes are drifting towards you, as if your classmates are anticipating your approach to this situation.]
3 [As if the world hadn't been cruel enough, it had granted Gintoki the power of a shamisen. The instrument had even made a muffled groan as it was thrown to Gintoki - fabric plucking at strings in the move. The albino had taken his bag and quickly made his retreat without so much as a glance back. His only intention in the face of all this was to put distance between himself and others in as deft a manner possible.
He moves in an arc around the school - heading north from the building towards an area that provided more tree cover. He wasn't the first to be dismissed, but he wanted to trust that no one would shoot him in the back as he was attempting to find a place where he could stop and sort his thoughts.
In fact, he's so focused on running that he doesn't realize until too late that he's approached another class member. His footfalls slow and he is slowly moving to grasp at the zipper of his duffle bag - just in case.]
4 [The end of the shamisen would have been a sad affair for any band nerd. Its pathetic snap as it parried another's attack echoed through the trees. Luckily, he'd been able to recover the bottom half of the instrument quickly and used it to knock the wind out of the opposing student before he made his retreat.
A retreat that would lead back to a nearby cave he'd discovered on the first day. His duffle bag was stored just beyond its mouth, along with some other supplies he had managed to pick up. With his little stockpile, it would prevent him from being a vulnerable little mess.
Though as he nears the familiar landmark, an unsettled feeling begins to form in his stomach. His eyes are scrutinizing the area as he approaches, though no one thing calls out to him. Nothing seems out of place, and yet...
It feels as if someone is near. He moves quietly as he approaches the mouth of the cave and his breath catches in his throat. His ears strain for any sort of clue that another person was around.]
Sakata Gintoki | Gintama
[Lunch time was a time of thieves and mischief. The siren call of an abandoned side dish plagued the thought process of any moocher’s soul. The idea that each snot-nosed brat in the class had a plastic case containing the goods was enough to stir Gintoki’s lethargic soul.
So, instead of cracking into his own bento - which had mysteriously lost portions throughout the morning period - he’s strolling through the room as if he were genuinely interested in making conversation with his peers. Though his eyes are dull and resemble those of a dead fish’s, there is no doubt to the classmates that know Gintoki well - he’s on the prowl for free food.
And he is not above preying on any poor, unfortunate newbie.
Perhaps he’s approaching your desk with all the faked charisma of a host, or perhaps you catch his dim gaze lingering for just a little too long on your pre-packaged pudding…]
2
[A partner project?! Who in their right mind would make a class of gorillas participate together in any sort of academic setting? It was preposterous…! Utterly out of line…! Was Wada-sensei okay? Surely he’d noticed by now that the class he hosted was simply too stupid to function…
Or so Gintoki might think, if he were actually awake - but as fate would have it, he’s currently tucked behind an open textbook and drooling on his desk. This usually wouldn’t be any of your business but…
He so happens to be your partner this time around, so it may just be your business now. He snorts gently and shifts, though his drool pool remains undisturbed. It may start to feel like all eyes are drifting towards you, as if your classmates are anticipating your approach to this situation.]
3
[As if the world hadn't been cruel enough, it had granted Gintoki the power of a shamisen. The instrument had even made a muffled groan as it was thrown to Gintoki - fabric plucking at strings in the move. The albino had taken his bag and quickly made his retreat without so much as a glance back. His only intention in the face of all this was to put distance between himself and others in as deft a manner possible.
He moves in an arc around the school - heading north from the building towards an area that provided more tree cover. He wasn't the first to be dismissed, but he wanted to trust that no one would shoot him in the back as he was attempting to find a place where he could stop and sort his thoughts.
In fact, he's so focused on running that he doesn't realize until too late that he's approached another class member. His footfalls slow and he is slowly moving to grasp at the zipper of his duffle bag - just in case.]
4
[The end of the shamisen would have been a sad affair for any band nerd. Its pathetic snap as it parried another's attack echoed through the trees. Luckily, he'd been able to recover the bottom half of the instrument quickly and used it to knock the wind out of the opposing student before he made his retreat.
A retreat that would lead back to a nearby cave he'd discovered on the first day. His duffle bag was stored just beyond its mouth, along with some other supplies he had managed to pick up. With his little stockpile, it would prevent him from being a vulnerable little mess.
Though as he nears the familiar landmark, an unsettled feeling begins to form in his stomach. His eyes are scrutinizing the area as he approaches, though no one thing calls out to him. Nothing seems out of place, and yet...
It feels as if someone is near. He moves quietly as he approaches the mouth of the cave and his breath catches in his throat. His ears strain for any sort of clue that another person was around.]