[If being annoyed with Gintoki was the only requirement for 'normal', nothing strange would ever happen to him.
Why, then, did standing here, branches spidering crooked to confine them, feel so wrong? He didn't have the time or energy to find that answer. To grapple with an answer he already knew.
As Gintoki spoke Takasugi raised his jaw, looking down at the other with clear judgement on his face. No plan - that was what he thought. Letting the albino crash and burn was usually one of Shinsuke's favorite hobbies, but now...]
Me? [He glanced down at his knife, turning his wrist to watch the glint of the metal in the moonlight. He made sure to flick that ray of light to Gintoki's face - a reprimand for not looking at him. This could be the last they see of each other.] I wouldn't tell you, would I? [He'd let that sink in, give Gintoki a moment to realize that he absolutely intended to fight, in the very least.
And then he'd wrench the subject away.] What's your weapon?
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Why, then, did standing here, branches spidering crooked to confine them, feel so wrong? He didn't have the time or energy to find that answer.
To grapple with an answer he already knew.As Gintoki spoke Takasugi raised his jaw, looking down at the other with clear judgement on his face. No plan - that was what he thought. Letting the albino crash and burn was usually one of Shinsuke's favorite hobbies, but now...]
Me? [He glanced down at his knife, turning his wrist to watch the glint of the metal in the moonlight. He made sure to flick that ray of light to Gintoki's face - a reprimand for not looking at him. This could be the last they see of each other.] I wouldn't tell you, would I? [He'd let that sink in, give Gintoki a moment to realize that he absolutely intended to fight, in the very least.
And then he'd wrench the subject away.] What's your weapon?