If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, just forget about Heaven, oi // DOUBLE POST
[Gintoki's guide feed starts off with a sickening crunch, followed by a flash of static. There's another five-second pause before the video feed actually starts, miraculously broadcasting right-side up (but at an odd angle)]
[there's another few moments before Gintoki swings(stumbles) back into view, holding both hands up in front of up him, red smeared across one cheek and down his neck]
--hope you're gonna pay for those groceries, too, oi!
[A couple of seconds pass before Kamui comes into view, carelessly wiping his nose with the back of his hand and leaving a red streak across his own cheek. He's smiling cheerfully, as usual, and ignoring the samurai's statement.]
Wow, osamurai-san~! You managed to hit me! I'm almost impressed~
[Gintoki shifts his stance and grumbles something under his breath, that sounds quite a bit like "more where that came from"]
[but out loud, he snaps]
No class, you Yato, eh? Attacking a guy walking home with his food? You'd better pay for that chocolate, it was expensive, y'know.
[Kamui, still smiling like a prick, just starts approaching Gintoki. Still ignoring what he's saying.]
I was starting to think you'd been getting soft on me, osamurai-san.
[he stops just a few feet from Gintoki, his expression turning a bit more predatory.]
Maybe I was mistaken, hm?
[the lines of Gintoki's shoulders are still hard, his eyes dark, his face set into a frighteningly neutral, blank expression]
[his hands, still hovering in a somewhat defensive position near his chest, don't move]
That's fine. Let's just call it a mistake and part ways then, aa? You don't even have to help me pick up the food. I'll do it. No, really.
[Kamui chuckled, smashing a bag of something beneath his foot]
Aa? Now, where's that nice look you were giving me a moment ago? It's no fun if you try to talk your way out of showing me a good time, osamurai-san~ I may just decide to kill you right now.
[Gintoki takes an automatic step back, and as he shifts his stance there's a flash of skin that shows through the very visible tear on the seam of his sleeve, belying the angry red welt on the underside of that arm]
Ah, sorry. Can we do this some other time? I have chicken in there, and you know how quickly that goes bad.
[Kamui rubs at his (freshly bruised) jaw for a moment, seemingly in thought.]
Hm. I suppose if I gave you a little time to prepare, you'd be a lot more fun, huh. I've been really bored lately, but I guess I can be a little patient.
[Another sweet smile, Kamui places his hands on his hips,]
Well, alright! But this is your only warning, okay? I trust you'll be prepared for me next time~?
[there's a sudden, instant change in Gintoki's demeanor, and his voice is more panicked than he looks when he snaps]
Can you please stop phrasing things like that?! It's just a little bit weird, all right?! And if you're bored, how about trying a puzzle next time!
[Kamui just shrugs, and strolls on past Gintoki (Possibly smashing that chicken along the way)]
It's hardly my fault that your mind's in the gutter. Just remember what I said, osamurai-san.
---------
[Gintoki watches Kamui go over his shoulder, his posture not relaxing until he was sure the other was out of sight (a good few minutes, at least]
[and it seems, in the meantime, that the adrenaline has worn off, as well]
[either that, or he's just being a bigger baby than necessary as he limps over to the guide, picking up the ripped paper bag and throwing the surviving groceries (as well as the still-broadcasting guide) back in]
>>FEED TIMEOUT
[there's another few moments before Gintoki swings(stumbles) back into view, holding both hands up in front of up him, red smeared across one cheek and down his neck]
--hope you're gonna pay for those groceries, too, oi!
[A couple of seconds pass before Kamui comes into view, carelessly wiping his nose with the back of his hand and leaving a red streak across his own cheek. He's smiling cheerfully, as usual, and ignoring the samurai's statement.]
Wow, osamurai-san~! You managed to hit me! I'm almost impressed~
[Gintoki shifts his stance and grumbles something under his breath, that sounds quite a bit like "more where that came from"]
[but out loud, he snaps]
No class, you Yato, eh? Attacking a guy walking home with his food? You'd better pay for that chocolate, it was expensive, y'know.
[Kamui, still smiling like a prick, just starts approaching Gintoki. Still ignoring what he's saying.]
I was starting to think you'd been getting soft on me, osamurai-san.
[he stops just a few feet from Gintoki, his expression turning a bit more predatory.]
Maybe I was mistaken, hm?
[the lines of Gintoki's shoulders are still hard, his eyes dark, his face set into a frighteningly neutral, blank expression]
[his hands, still hovering in a somewhat defensive position near his chest, don't move]
That's fine. Let's just call it a mistake and part ways then, aa? You don't even have to help me pick up the food. I'll do it. No, really.
[Kamui chuckled, smashing a bag of something beneath his foot]
Aa? Now, where's that nice look you were giving me a moment ago? It's no fun if you try to talk your way out of showing me a good time, osamurai-san~ I may just decide to kill you right now.
[Gintoki takes an automatic step back, and as he shifts his stance there's a flash of skin that shows through the very visible tear on the seam of his sleeve, belying the angry red welt on the underside of that arm]
Ah, sorry. Can we do this some other time? I have chicken in there, and you know how quickly that goes bad.
[Kamui rubs at his (freshly bruised) jaw for a moment, seemingly in thought.]
Hm. I suppose if I gave you a little time to prepare, you'd be a lot more fun, huh. I've been really bored lately, but I guess I can be a little patient.
[Another sweet smile, Kamui places his hands on his hips,]
Well, alright! But this is your only warning, okay? I trust you'll be prepared for me next time~?
[there's a sudden, instant change in Gintoki's demeanor, and his voice is more panicked than he looks when he snaps]
Can you please stop phrasing things like that?! It's just a little bit weird, all right?! And if you're bored, how about trying a puzzle next time!
[Kamui just shrugs, and strolls on past Gintoki (Possibly smashing that chicken along the way)]
It's hardly my fault that your mind's in the gutter. Just remember what I said, osamurai-san.
---------
[Gintoki watches Kamui go over his shoulder, his posture not relaxing until he was sure the other was out of sight (a good few minutes, at least]
[and it seems, in the meantime, that the adrenaline has worn off, as well]
[either that, or he's just being a bigger baby than necessary as he limps over to the guide, picking up the ripped paper bag and throwing the surviving groceries (as well as the still-broadcasting guide) back in]
>>FEED TIMEOUT