[Wow. How Izaya could speak and not cut himself on all that edge was an impressive talent. Gintoki blinks a few times, which was always his way of dealing with a moment of silence - as if he has a physical tick when his mind was "buffering" just what to do next.]
Ah, you didn't know? Oh, this must be some sort of humbling act. Iza-kun, don't tease me. You'll embarrass me, you know.
[And though the sentences themselves are coy, Gintoki's tone never falters from a dull delivery. He rolls his shoulders.]
I guess even you are being toyed with then, ne? Then what are you planning on doing, huh? Have you figured out how to get back at them?
[Because he sure hasn't. The idea that they were being toyed with was one of the feelings that caused his guts to twist. All he wanted to do was find some means of insubordination. Something that would upset whoever watched over them...
But.
Apparently he simply wasn't clever enough - which was even more frustrating that anything else. He scratches at the collar around his neck, wishing he could find a way to just rip the clunky thing off without it exploding.
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Ah, you didn't know? Oh, this must be some sort of humbling act. Iza-kun, don't tease me. You'll embarrass me, you know.
[And though the sentences themselves are coy, Gintoki's tone never falters from a dull delivery. He rolls his shoulders.]
I guess even you are being toyed with then, ne? Then what are you planning on doing, huh? Have you figured out how to get back at them?
[Because he sure hasn't. The idea that they were being toyed with was one of the feelings that caused his guts to twist. All he wanted to do was find some means of insubordination. Something that would upset whoever watched over them...
But.
Apparently he simply wasn't clever enough - which was even more frustrating that anything else. He scratches at the collar around his neck, wishing he could find a way to just rip the clunky thing off without it exploding.