THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: THE LOCAL POLICE PRODUCE MILK. [open]
WHO: Hijikata Toshirou, Edgar Vargas, Shinsengumi and anyone else who hates themselves enough to whore themselves out as nipple models.
WHAT:
WHERE: Weapons Shop, aka Shinsengumi Headquarters, aka That Fuschia Monstrosity The Neighbors Are Complaining About
WHEN: 7:00 A.M., Day 52 (I think).
Hijikata set the sword down on the counter, exchanging it for a cigarette and the lighter. Still breathing a little heavily, he lit it, inhaling deeply the smoke that would theoretically rot away his lungs but practically never would as long as he got Gintama ratings. Glancing up at the clock, it was then that he noticed the time.
6:54 A.M. Six minutes before the Shop would open and customers surge in. Despite all the “well-meaning” suggestions they’d gotten from neighboring locals in regards to the alarming fuschia shade of their shop, the fact that Shinsengumi Headquarters looked like the confused bastard child of a tomato and an eggplant did not deter customers from braving the explosions from Sougo’s deflected “wake-up calls” and the fact that Kondo’s hairy ass was more or less on public display 30% of the workday in the (wall-less bathroom), probably due to his unfortunate choice to eat Hijikata’s share of Sougo’s “home-made” blueberry muffins. Hijikata had gotten him some questionable-looking drugs to slow the bowel movements, but...well. Hopefully, the man was in his room resting and recuperating.
6:57. Where were Sougo and Itou? Weren’t they supposed to help watch the shop while Hijikata directed model tryouts? After all, it was important they got competent models to advertise their product. More importantly, they needed different models to attract different kinds of people, as the kinds the Sachiko and Hijikata posters attracted were not always...acceptable. Most importantly, if they got other people to model, Hijikata wouldn’t have to.
Personally, what scared Hijikata the most was the fact that the nipple guards were selling. And almost well.
7:00 A.M. Hijikata kept his ears alert to the sounds of land mines exploding and mistaken-timed bombs setting off. The applicant could be here any time now.
WHAT:
WHERE: Weapons Shop, aka Shinsengumi Headquarters, aka That Fuschia Monstrosity The Neighbors Are Complaining About
WHEN: 7:00 A.M., Day 52 (I think).
Hijikata set the sword down on the counter, exchanging it for a cigarette and the lighter. Still breathing a little heavily, he lit it, inhaling deeply the smoke that would theoretically rot away his lungs but practically never would as long as he got Gintama ratings. Glancing up at the clock, it was then that he noticed the time.
6:54 A.M. Six minutes before the Shop would open and customers surge in. Despite all the “well-meaning” suggestions they’d gotten from neighboring locals in regards to the alarming fuschia shade of their shop, the fact that Shinsengumi Headquarters looked like the confused bastard child of a tomato and an eggplant did not deter customers from braving the explosions from Sougo’s deflected “wake-up calls” and the fact that Kondo’s hairy ass was more or less on public display 30% of the workday in the (wall-less bathroom), probably due to his unfortunate choice to eat Hijikata’s share of Sougo’s “home-made” blueberry muffins. Hijikata had gotten him some questionable-looking drugs to slow the bowel movements, but...well. Hopefully, the man was in his room resting and recuperating.
6:57. Where were Sougo and Itou? Weren’t they supposed to help watch the shop while Hijikata directed model tryouts? After all, it was important they got competent models to advertise their product. More importantly, they needed different models to attract different kinds of people, as the kinds the Sachiko and Hijikata posters attracted were not always...acceptable. Most importantly, if they got other people to model, Hijikata wouldn’t have to.
Personally, what scared Hijikata the most was the fact that the nipple guards were selling. And almost well.
7:00 A.M. Hijikata kept his ears alert to the sounds of land mines exploding and mistaken-timed bombs setting off. The applicant could be here any time now.