[So the one who should be given up on here is Wada-sensei? The man who wouldn't give up on these two no good brats was the true lost cause. Ah, tragedy.

Takasugi watched the thick saliva splatter to the ground with a heavily lidded eye. One that he only hesitantly brought back to looking at Gintoki. Don't go spitting on him now, you don't want to escalate the situation that much.

Then someone's going out the window for science (it's you).

Don't look at him like you're affronted - the people suffering here are all of their classmates. This was obviously going to be a competition from the moment their names were called! Though, to be honest, Takasugi really didn't expect Gintoki to dance.

A self-inflicted + second hand embarrassment double hit counter!

So be it.

He'd just go ahead and hit record on his phone, before beginning.]

Come and go all marching this way, this way
Never a dull view searching that way, that way
Administrate, reinforce, it takes all we have left
Reconsidering our graft and gain, thoughts to change, theft and chains
Twisting tumultuous over here
Rot inflicting shrouded heresy

[A lazy impromptu verse that served no other purpose than to guide - he emphasized his directions to Gintoki not only with his tone but with deliberate eye contact and a tilt of the head. Just dance three steps this way and-

slip in your own spit.

It's subtle, but Takasugi absolutely kicked Gin's shins out from under him on his way down.]