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[attribution]

Welcome to The Lottery’s test drive meme! Before we get to the prompts, here are a few things to note:

Though you may only have ONE active character per round, you are free to play as many characters you wish on the TDM. Later, you will have the opportunity to bench characters if you want to try another, but only after you’ve been accepted.

Please be sure to thoroughly look through our FAQ so that you have a good understanding of the game’s mechanics. Also be sure to browse the information provided on both The Attribution Study and Shiroiwa for a better idea of the setting.

The date for the next round of Reserves is: February 29th
The number of currently available character slots is: 25

Important Note: A thread of 9 comments in the TDM (with at least 5 comments from your character) will count towards both sample requirements in the application. Consider this a special bonus for getting your feet wet in our community!

If your thread does not reach the required amount of comments, it may still be used as the In-World Sample in your application.

Flashback/Background threads in the TDM may be reposted to Shiroiwa Academy’s Community if both players were accepted into the game.

Provided below are some sample scenarios, but please feel free to plot and play whatever you’d like!

Sample Scenarios:

Sample 1:

You’ve just transferred to one of the three grade levels in Shiroiwa Academy and have yet to make any friends. Sure, people showed you around, but nothing has quite stuck yet. So as the lunch bell goes off, you pull out your bento and prepare to eat alone when another student saddles up beside you. Perhaps they’re being friendly or perhaps they simply want to mooch off of your food. Whatever the reasoning, you’re now stuck in some form of communication whether you like it or not.

Sample 2:

Everyone just loves partner projects, don’t they? Your teacher has randomly assigned you a partner, and now you both must come up with a presentation to show the class. Are you the type who does all the work? Do you push for fair exchange? Or perhaps you have no plans to do any work at all. Whichever it is, your partner is now moving their stuff to sit at the desk next to you. Better gather your might and prepare to weather the oncoming storm…

Sample 3:

It’s March 14, 20XX. You have been kidnapped and taken to the island, given your randomized duffle bag, and are now either desperately seeking shelter or methodically preparing to hunt down your weaker classmates. Whatever it is, you stumble upon another student - whether you know them well or not doesn’t matter. The rules have already been made clear to both of you - only one person gets to win. You need to either escape, kill, or attempt to make a truce with this classmate. What will you do?

Sample 4:

Your weapon broke. Perhaps it snapped as you embedded it into the skull of one of your classmates, or perhaps it was simply a stroke of bad luck. You return to the hideout you created for yourself, seeking a weapon you’d taken from a fallen student. But as you near the space, you realize something is off. There is some telltale sign that another has been here… Are they still around? Will you investigate? What if your stockpile has been pilfered by another student?

Comments

Sakata Gintoki | Gintama

[boogerflinger]

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.]

1

[egaode]

[What's that? Gintoki is on the prowl again? And this time he's after some poor, defenseless transfer student's bento? When said poor, defenseless transfer student was good and avoided snacking on it all day?

For shame, Gintoki.

Still, that host's smile will be met with a warm, but not-quite welcoming smile of his own, as Kamui scoots his bento over just enough to make room on his desk for Gintoki's. Clearly, he just wanted some company and was feeling out who would be receptive to his presence before bringing his food over, right? How considerate! How very considerate indeed!]

Good afternoon, soap opera-san!

[And the first move is his. What will you do now, Gintoki?]

[boogerflinger]

[Poor, defenseless transfer student?! Something about that just seemed off. As if in another life this kid was anything but vulnerable...! So, no. No! This kid was just as good of a target as anyone else. Besides, Gintoki's eyes are locked on that triple-tiered bento and his stomach nearly growls in response.

He blinks slowly as the other clears a spot for him. The albino blinks a few times, eyes never leaving that little beckon.

Ah. Ah, did this guy maybe want a fri-

Na, na, nah! Nah! Impossible! This kid had to be just as twisted as his braid. Those were the only types that wore braids in this day and age...! Who would abuse poor, innocent straight hair like that besides someone who was twisted?!

He needs to make a move to answer that motion...]

Ah? It's hardly been afternoon yet, you know. The afternoon's just begun. Maybe. Maybe it'll be good, huh? [And he moves to set his hand in that emptied spot - so that he may lean over the other's desk a bit.

Ha, there. Perfect. Now he can survey that food a little more closely...]

[egaode]

[Ah! But that! Is another life! In this life he's... okay, so he's still not really vulnerable at all. And not even that defenseless. But he could be! What if he was? Then someone would feel pretty bad trying to steal his lunch, wouldn't they? They should. They really, really should.

A friend? Nah. He had plenty of friends already. Both here, and at his last school. He didn't need more, and really didn't need mooching albino losers in his friend circle. Nothing to do with being twisted! Or an antagonist in another life to this idiot's protagonist!

Ah, but he's leaning over, now. Hm. How to answer such a daring step.]

Maybe so! Or maybe not! That is all up to us, yes?

[And he'll just. Lean a little more over his food, put the pointy end of his chopsticks in Gintoki's field of vision. Is that a threat? It's totally a threat.]

[boogerflinger]

[Plenty of friends already? That sounds exactly like something a guy without any friends would say! You don't have any real friends, do you?! Oh no... Oh no, that would've almost turned Gintoki away from stealing food more than any vulnerability ploy---

Almost.

But as a proper protag to this moron's antagonist - he stays and shifts his weight onto the arm that was planted on the other's desk. Even catches the pointy end of a chopstick in his vision, and he's made a mental note of it. He'll beat it away if he has to.

He's no longer a protagonist, but his luck stat must reflect what he once was in a universe far, far away...]

That's a lot of responsibility. You ever think about that? Sorta messed up to leave it all on us.

[Now he'll make his move against the threat and motion towards the other's bento.]

Oi. That peach looks like it might got a bruise. You see it?

[... And he's poking towards it with his free hand.]

Oh. Oh that's a nasty one. It might've gone bad. Maybe you should take that one to compost, don't 'cha think?

[egaode]

[He has plenty of real friends! In fact, he'd hazard a guess that he has more friends than some obnoxious nosepicker who lost his protagonist powers in a galaxy universe far, far away.

But that's neither here nor there, because friendship isn't what's at stake here.]

Is it? But who would you rather be responsible for your good afternoon? Is it me?

[Because you're going to have a bad time if it is.]

I did! I saw it when I was packing, in fact!

[No, no, that won't do. He'll catch that free hand in those threatening chopsticks and will proceed to... eat the peach. Because "compost" is not going to be code for "Gintoki's stomach." Not today.

But he will keep talking with his mouth full.]

Luckily for me, it hasn't gone bad! Aaa, but thank you for your concern, soap opera-san.

2

[twohares]

[ When Wada-sensei announced the pairings for the projects, that might have been the first time Genis genuinely disliked having the last name "Sage".

It probably was the most fair way to go about it, pairing everyone up by last name, but Genis couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong in another life to paired up with Gintoki. Or maybe Wada paired them up hoping Genis would be a better teacher than him. Honestly, of all the...

No, this was definitely some kind of retribution. Their classmates seemed to be thinking the same thing. Genis knew it as he tensely approached his sleeping classmate's desk.

He's pretty sure it's a miracle Gintoki made it into high school as lazy as he is.

Genis pulled up a chair beside Gintoki's desk and set his own books down alongside Gintoki's. How was he going to approach this? Genis wonders that too.

So he does the first thing that comes to mind and pinches Gintoki's nose from where he's hiding behind his book. It's only immature if other people can see it. ]

Sakata-kun, if you keep this up, you're going to end up getting locked in here overnight...

[boogerflinger]

[A miracle that he made it into the academy? Yes. Probably. Definitely. A miracle in the form of reason Gintoki's ass had being planted into Student Housing by his mentor figure in order to guarantee that Gintoki would make the transition from homeschooling to high school in one way or another.

Though just how far Gintoki would get in this high school was up for debate. He gives a gentle mumble as the other student nears him. A smile begins to twitch on his face. A good dream then?

A good dream that was instantly shattered by a pinching pressure on his nose. His brows furrow and he quickly shoots upward. His spine straightens, and his eyes are wide as he surveys his surroundings...

To find the culprit had scooted a chair up to his desk. His brow furrows.]

Whazzat? Huh? The hell are you doin' over here, huh? [His nose is beginning to run a bit. He sniffs.] If they locked me in, I'd be in on time tomorrow. Well. Probably. But. Wait. Wha-

[He had really missed the announcement of a group project in its entirety.]

[twohares]

[ Genis sits there innocently - as innocently as someone snickering behind their hand can. All eyes were on them once again, but, well, Gintoki was the one who made the scene. He waits for Gintoki to stop talking before he says anything. Gintoki might be a lazy idiot, but at least he wasn't boring. That counted for something. ]

You really slept through the whole thing? I can't believe you! You're lucky Wada-sensei hasn't written you up yet.

[ Genis sighs, shaking his head. If his mentor knew what Gintoki was like now, he might cry. Or, well, if their positions were reversed, Genis's sister would cry. Maybe his mentor would be used to this. ]

We have a group project. We're partners now. [ A meaningful pause. ] And if I do it all, the teacher's going to know.

[boogerflinger]

[The betrayal on his face from the cruel nose pinching has yet to leave his face. Gintoki's lips are curled, and his dead fish-eyes continue to blink as the other speaks. He's blinking in rapid succession in an attempt to better wake up.]

You. You can't believe it? Ahhh, you hold me in such high regard then, Sake-kun?

[Sake... kun? Gintoki absolutely had to be doing that on purpose. Was it his way of getting back at the other through minor petulance? Perhaps.... Perhaps.

Genis' sister would surely cry - though Gintoki's mentor would simply knock him upside the head as he properly deserved. Luckily state education prevent Wada-sensei's fist from ever connecting with Gintoki's skull.

... A failing of the system, perhaps - as it was one of the few ways the brat learned. So he sniffs once more before he places his finger in his nose at the near threat.]

So.

You want me to participate then, Sake-kun? Sure. Sure. I know a lot about... [A meaningful pause.] A lot of things.

[....... Nope, Gintoki had no idea what this project was for.]

[twohares]

"Sake...kun"?

[ He's not sure if he's even offended more than he is annoyed. What kind of shitty nickname is that?! He frowns, kicking Gintoki's desk lightly in repressed irritation.

Genis felt that if the teacher smacked him awake, Gintoki might learn something, too. It wasn't like there was anything in there to damage. Gintoki probably picked out and flicked off his brain a long time ago.

This partnership was definitely a rude joke by Wada-sensei. Or maybe fate. Things had been going so well before, too... ]

I'd be surprised if you knew what day it was... [ Genis folds his arms across his chest. Ok, enough picking on Gin. ] We're supposed do a presentation about what we learned this year for English class. That means the presentation has to be in English, too.

Since you know a lot, why don't you can pick the topic, Sakana-kun?*

[ ...ok, maybe still picking on Gin a little, but he's doing it with a smile? Also, at least letting Gintoki pick meant that he should be able to actually choose something he knows a little about. Hopefully. ]

. two

[toukai]

[Imagine Takasugi and Gintoki working on a partner project. Huh? You can't? That's because no work will be getting done. Gintoki was asleep when the assignment was given, and Takasugi had cut class that day. So neither of them was even able to intentionally skip out on the work.

It never had a chance.

As luck would have it, however, Takasugi had been encouraged by an outside force to actually attend class today, so he was sitting in the back of the room, feet propped on his desk, when Wada-sensei called his and Gintoki's name to the front of class to present.

Ah-

Was this why he'd been told to attend? Was someone out there trying to teach him a lesson? Heh, probably. Takasugi rose slowly, a small smirk toying at his face as he crossed the room to stand in front of the class.

When Gintoki joined him, he gave the no-good shit a nod and began their introduction.] Alright - this is our presentation. We've worked hard, so please pay attention.

Gintoki will start us off, so everyone please give him your focus-

[Die.]

[boogerflinger]

[Ah. Poor, long-suffering Wada-sensei. What had drove you to such a desperate pair? Was it the hope that two wrongs may just make a right? Or perhaps the hidden aspiration to humiliate two good-for-nothings that certainly needed a wake-up call. Or, perhaps, poor Wada-sensei had simply attempted to save some upstanding student from a lonely few nights of putting together a group presentation piece by piece…

Whatever the goal, whatever the logic - no one predicted that the two would actually be in class. Or that they would bother to move from their seats and march to the front of the class.

When Gintoki had initially heard his name, he blinked owlishly in response. His head turned, as if looking for some other Sakata Gintoki who would take responsibility for this mystery presentation. Had they been presenting today? He’d been peeking out the window all anime-protagonist style, waiting for the sign that it was time to bust out the goods for lunch.

But instead… Instead his peers were expecting him to bust out some goods of a different sort. He glanced to Takasugi and noticed that the guy had actually started towards the head of the class…! Had Takasugi-kun come through for him?! Maybe someone had sold him a presentation on the black market and his dear housemate was about to save him…

Yes, yes. That must’ve been why his roommate had actually shown up today. What a guy…! Perhaps he was more of a Zoro than a Nami after all…! The legs of his chair screech as he shifts his weight and goes to the front of the class, a shitty smile twitching at his lips.

He meets with Takasugi at the front of the class and exchanges a look with him. Takasugi nodded…

His heart could burst…! Finally their friendship had evolved into that of Goku and---

Gintoki’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as he is mercilessly thrown under the bus. He lets out a little sputter that sounds curiously like “Vegeta…!” as if to finish and amend the thought in his head. A bead of sweat begins to form at his brow and he gives a look out to the class.

This shit next to him…! He was a Nami after all! No, no perhaps he was just the Blackbeard to his Whitebeard! Yes, that’s how deep that betrayal cut him…!

Now he had to think. He had to scrape something together, before he looked like the only fool. So he smiles and puffs his chest before making a sweeping motion with his arms.]

Aaaaahaaa~ Thank YOU Takasugi-kuu~n for that. [Clears his throat.] We spent hours putting in our research to bring you this presentation on the aspects of JUMP in respect to the lives of young men and the cultural significance it holds within the State. How through JUMP we find the solid messages of Friendship, Effort, and VICTORY which are drilled into us and makes us productive adults.

In order to bring home these important human themes, we have prepared an interactive rap so that you feel it in your soul! Takasugi-kun.

Take.

It.

A~waaaay!

[But that’s not all. No. Even as he motions for the other, as if to give him a grand opening, Gintoki isn’t finished. Instead his contribution starts as a hum and slowly erupts into a full-blown mess of discordant noise. His shoulders sag and his body bobs as he spits and sputters a terrible excuse for a beat to lead Takasugi into his part of the presentation.]

[toukai]

[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.]

[boogerflinger]

[If Wada-sensei would not learn that putting Gintoki in front of a class was the sheer antithesis of educational, then there was no hope for him giving up on Takasugi either. Perhaps poor Wada-sensei even believed in them to some extent.

The poor, poor bastard.

The poor bastard who was apparently going to allow this clear wreck of a presentation to continue - as it wasn’t Wada-sensei who stopped Gintoki’s beyond sick (read: D.O.A.) beatz, but Takasugi. The last spit from Gintoki’s mouth came to fruition as a wad of saliva that hit the floor not centimeters from the toe of Takasugi’s shoe. Gintoki blinks a few times - though the look he gives Takasugi is not one of total surprise.

In fact, he almost seems offended that Takasugi is continuing to raise the bar on this challenge. So he was aware that this had turned into some sort of pissing contest of whose ancestors would churn in their pits. And as a few awkward claps begin to fill the room from unsure students, Gintoki’s face turns severe.

He looks as if he would love nothing more than to actually spit on Takasugi this time around. A dance? Did Takasugi think a dance would be enough to deter him from spreading his wings and flying?! He puffs his chest and puts a hand to his mouth - letting out a faux, meek little cough.]

Ah. Takasugi-kuuhn. You’re embarrassing me in front of the class! Ahem. I just got so shy. So shy that I got mixed up. Mmhm. Mmhm. [This is punctuated by a nod before he puffs his chest.] Then I will actually open up our presentation on the ruthlessness of the Disciplinary Committees Patrols during the Lunch Hour with an interpretive dance while Takasugi provides slam poetry slamming the feds to the tune of our school’s anthem.

Take notes.

[And with a swing of his weight - Gintoki has begun a lazy march and some sort of gyration of his hips. He shifts from foot to foot, incorporating a sick, sad little arm movement from time to time reminiscent of Doctor Roboto himself…

Wait.

Did the topic of their presentation change?]

[toukai]

[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.]

1!

[fivepoints]

[dead-fish-eyes, meet alive-fish-eyes]

[that is, big browns are looking up at his classmate with blatant inquiry. he knows who this is (he knows who everyone is, it's not a big class), and despite his rough exterior and seemingly predisposition for mischief (or perhaps because of it), he's popular. everyone likes him. people even rely on him.]

[masanosuke is green with envy always...]

[he follows that crimson gaze down to a lone green tea mochi nestled in the corner of his barely-eaten bento]

[...]

[scoots the entire thing out for him]

Help yourself, Sakata-Dono.

[boogerflinger]

[Catching this guy's gaze was always a little weird, no matter how many times it happened. Typically, Gintoki forgot how weird it was until those big eyes were meeting with his - and then it would all come rushing back to him too late. He couldn't even tell someone why it was weird. Maybe he was subconsciously envious that this guy's eyes seemed to catch everything around them while his own were weighted and tired.

Or maybe it was just weird to see a guy with such big eyes. Like, that was weird, right? It wasn't just him, right? It made it seem like this guy could see everything, right?]

Neh? Sakata-Dono? [Gintoki's nose wrinkles, his tone lazy and drawn out. He then shakes his head and gives a click of his tongue before he corrects the other.] Gin-san. It's Gin-san. [And he wastes no time and has no shame - so that little green tea mochi is being picked up and popped into his mouth.]

[And he continues to talk as he chews.] Just saying Sakata-Dono is going to guarantee I lose all my hair on my pillow tonight. I'd lose my boyish charm. Are you going to take responsibility for that, huh?

[fivepoints]

[...what a preposterous leap. there's a few wide, uncomprehending blinks to the words -- take responsibility? in what way?]

I hear there are places you can get haircuts and make a donation for wigs, but I do not think mine would suit you. Perhaps you would look... cool... bald? [SAYS 'COOL' IN BAD ENGLISH FOR ADDED EFFECT]

[there's a hero in your Shounen Jump that's making bald handsome again, isn't there?]

In any case, I would not advise losing your hair on the pillow, Saka-- ah. ...Gin-Dono. [THAT'S AN IMPROVEMENT, RIGHT? ...LINGERS IN THAT AWKWARDNESS FOR A MOMENT, before tacking on:]

...particularly if you have a pet.

[boogerflinger]

[Preposterous? No, no, no. You must've been looking for proposterous. Go ahead. Read that train of thought again. It absolutely makes sense!

And we're not even going to acknowledge the cue-ball in JUMP! If he can do without hair then he certainly can do without witty, referential humor! ]

Donation for wigs? I'll have to tell Zura. He sheds enough everywhere to warrant that sorta thing. Especially in the sink. If a kid got my natural perm as a donation, they'd throw it to the ground if they knew what was good for 'em. Nothing good comes of it.

[He's leaning over Masanosuke's desk at this point, weight shifted forward. He uses his hand to keep himself steady as he glances over the other's bento for any other food he could pilfer.]

[But then he lets out a strange little noise in response to 'Gin-dono.' Something between a gasp and a snicker that comes out as a sad, small squeak in his throat. His eyes tear from the other's bento to Masanosuke.]

Gin-Dono? Ah... Now I upgraded to Yakuza Kumicho, ne? [And he says this while performing his best Yakuza impression. His lips curl as he steps back from the other's desk - solely so he can shove a hand in his pocket. His entire body manages to hunch.]

That'll do, that'll do. Masta-kun, were you looking to join the Shame-Milk-Family with that sorta move?

[It's amazing, really. How stupid one man boy could be.]

2

[lamortespoir]

[ It's no little sense of irony that two people with white hair were paired together. However, while Gintoki is an albino, Sanson simply had it due to genetics.

The Frenchman's ice blue eyes are currently delivering some sort of piercing stare, not that those stakes would have any effect on his drooling partner. ]

Wake up, Sakata. We don't have all day.

[boogerflinger]

[No little sense of irony? More like the world was somehow playing a cruel trick on him. He'd been a scrounging orphan who was feared as some "little white devil" in his formative years...

And now he's in a school with a nearly unfair population of little white devils. Where were they years ago? Maybe they could've unionized and his life would be infinitely more successful....

But.

This meta-text has digressed enough for us all, so let's get back to the point.

The other speaks to him and is rewarded with a snort as Gintoki stirs mid-snore. The young man pokes his head up and blinks owlishly at his surroundings. Soft, red indents of the wrinkles in his sleeve have imprinted into his cheek, further shaming him for napping at his desk.

His eyes fall onto a pair of chilled blue eyes, and he almost shivers. Why so icy?! He hadn't done anything... (which was precisely the problem, wasn't it?)]

Ah. Huh? It time for home? Ah?

[lamortespoir]

[ Perhaps someone else more inclined towards humour might have laughed, but Sanson definitely isn't that kind of person. ]

We have a project to do. Get up and read over the requirements.

[ He tries and succeeds in suppressing the desire to roll his eyes. ]

[boogerflinger]

[Unfortunately for Sanson, Gintoki's entire purpose is humor oriented. It would seem Sanson-san would soon join the ranks of the long-suffering straight-men to Gin's gags...

The other gives Gintoki an order, and the boy immediately wrinkles his brow - eyes unamused. This guy woke him up for something like that?]

Ah? Requirements? Aye, Captain - we had requirements here??

[He speaks in a voice that is most definitely no where near an "inside-voice."]

[lamortespoir]

[ He elects to emit a three-second sigh. ]

Of course. If you had listened, you would know.

[ But he's not going to just assume Gin will actually read up on what's needed, so: ]

I took some notes. Give me your address, I'll email them to you.