Gintoki swished the coconut in his hand lazily, watching the liquid swirl around in it. He couldn't decide if he wanted to drink it or not. At this point, he didn't think it would matter much. Rika glanced up at him, looking half-asleep and sitting with her back against a tree. There were coconuts everywhere, some half broken, some just with holes in them,
“What’s your count?” He asked for the seventh time. Neither of them could remember the last six times, however, and for the first time Rika gave an answer, looking at her hands and squinting to see her fingers.
“I don’t remember,” she eventually concluded, still staring at her hands like they might give her the answer. She made grabbing motions in the air, enthralled.
“Me neither,” the older man (younger?) announced. Rika stared, then laughed. It was cold, but the alcohol was keeping her warm, even in such a thin summer-dress.
“I can’t even remember the last time I was affected so strongly,” she said. She looked up to the sky, watching the stars twinkle. Or maybe they were just blurring together with the darkness. Her eyesight had gone out the window hours ago. She mumbled something to the tone of “this body is so…” but didn’t manage to finish the thought before dozing off.
Gintoki laughed, but when she failed to wake up, resigned and carried her to the inn for the night, wobbling with both of their weight in each step. “Good thing you’re light,” he told her. She mumbled something incoherent in response, not awake enough to understand what he‘d said.
“What’s your count?” He asked for the seventh time. Neither of them could remember the last six times, however, and for the first time Rika gave an answer, looking at her hands and squinting to see her fingers.
“I don’t remember,” she eventually concluded, still staring at her hands like they might give her the answer. She made grabbing motions in the air, enthralled.
“Me neither,” the older man (younger?) announced. Rika stared, then laughed. It was cold, but the alcohol was keeping her warm, even in such a thin summer-dress.
“I can’t even remember the last time I was affected so strongly,” she said. She looked up to the sky, watching the stars twinkle. Or maybe they were just blurring together with the darkness. Her eyesight had gone out the window hours ago. She mumbled something to the tone of “this body is so…” but didn’t manage to finish the thought before dozing off.
Gintoki laughed, but when she failed to wake up, resigned and carried her to the inn for the night, wobbling with both of their weight in each step. “Good thing you’re light,” he told her. She mumbled something incoherent in response, not awake enough to understand what he‘d said.
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