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WHO: Katsura and Gintoki
WHAT: After the fight with Kojiro, Katsura waits for death or an old comrade, whichever comes first.
WHERE: the docks
WHEN: middle of the night

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[thisisdiabeetus]

While he wasn't going to spend all his time on the ground sniffing around for the curry trail, that was probably the only way he was going to get to the idiot before he bled to death.

... Well, if the random other serial killers and carnivores and whathaveyou around this place didn't get to him first, though he was pretty sure Zura wasn't all that stupid as to leave himself vulnerable to attack. Weird, yes. Stupid, no.

Maybe this time the mutant furball would be good for something.

[setupusthebomb]

He tried to stay awake, stay aware. Falling unconscious could actually lead to his death with Shinsengumi and Kojiro on the prowl. He'd rather roll himself off the dock and into the water than be caught and killed like that; Katsura Koutarou vanishing off into legend.

He wondered what was taking so long; why they couldn't just cut to Gintoki dropping him off at the nearest hospital, picking his nose and charging everything to him. Main characters and their need to make dramatic entrances... he hoped if they were wasting valuable breaths of his life, they were at least animating it quite well, high quality if you please.

[thisisdiabeetus]

Following the now-little mass of fur as it hopped off in one direction relatively quickly wasn't the difficult bit-- though there was obviously the risk of being led the wrong way-- but Gintoki breathed a little easier when they reached the dock and the thing stopped, seemingly hesitant to go on. Either the faint metallic scent he'd suddenly caught was keeping it from moving in, or it was merely full.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in annoyance, Gintoki made his way further into the area, carefully stepping over the now-contented beep and offhandedly remarking that once it decided to stop being an inanimate lump of bunny it could go home or something. Or it could sit around and be eaten by some wild dog. These things happened every day, he continued, don't expect them to leave you alone just because you helped some guy find someone else

[setupusthebomb]

He could always recognize the sounds that Gintoki made, even though battle and training had taught the other man silence like a shadow. Afternoons at their master's, listening for the even then lazy boy attempting to sneak off; during the war, nights spent uneasy at camp, forcing sleep and seeking reassurance for the sounds of the others, still alive, mostly whole and moving. Sometimes it felt like he'd been listening for sounds of Gintoki his whole life.

"You're late," he coughed out. He had pulled himself up against a post and was leaning against it, the gleam of the sky reflected off the sea just a blaze of light against his eyes. He held a cloak over his body, ever the proud one who needed his disguises, even just a simple stained black cloak to hide how finite he actually was, just as mortal as anyone. One deep wound on his chest and smaller cuts on his arms and face were all the unwanted reminders he needed.