No distance of place nor lapse of time... [CLOSED]
Characters: Jean and Ichigo
Content: A few drinks between friends, to try and get their minds off the friend they miss. This does not work as planned.
Setting: The Gunsmoke
Time: Backdated to a little while after Gintoki left
Warnings: Angst, drunkenness, and shounen bonding
Things had seemed so quiet around the ship since Lunasa. Wasn't that supposed to be a relief? She didn't realize it was possible to miss the sound of constant bickering and arguing, but somehow the silence felt heavier and more uncomfortable than the shouting ever had.
Saying goodbye to friends was hard. Saying goodbye to him had been especially hard. And dwelling on it sure wasn't helping, but it seemed like the more she tried not to think about it...
Well. Working was supposed to take your mind off of things, wasn't it? At this time of night, though, there was nothing productive about taking over the kitchen and baking up a storm. Instead, with her ponytail still pinned up into a bun and an apron tied over her dress, she was spending time cleaning up in the Gunsmoke, which still hadn't fully recovered from the Lunasa party. She was alone at the moment, since they had already said goodnight to their visitors for the evening.
Content: A few drinks between friends, to try and get their minds off the friend they miss. This does not work as planned.
Setting: The Gunsmoke
Time: Backdated to a little while after Gintoki left
Warnings: Angst, drunkenness, and shounen bonding
Things had seemed so quiet around the ship since Lunasa. Wasn't that supposed to be a relief? She didn't realize it was possible to miss the sound of constant bickering and arguing, but somehow the silence felt heavier and more uncomfortable than the shouting ever had.
Saying goodbye to friends was hard. Saying goodbye to him had been especially hard. And dwelling on it sure wasn't helping, but it seemed like the more she tried not to think about it...
Well. Working was supposed to take your mind off of things, wasn't it? At this time of night, though, there was nothing productive about taking over the kitchen and baking up a storm. Instead, with her ponytail still pinned up into a bun and an apron tied over her dress, she was spending time cleaning up in the Gunsmoke, which still hadn't fully recovered from the Lunasa party. She was alone at the moment, since they had already said goodnight to their visitors for the evening.