I once dated a girl on the track team. [CLOSED]

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Characters: Jean and Gintoki
Content: A slightly late gift and a dinner date. Gintoki has reservations for two, after all.
Setting: Balisier. Starting out on the deck of the Convoy.
Time: The evening after Lunasa.
Warnings: None. This will be a clean, chaste log. Nothing but fluff and ship-tease. STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK, CHAT.

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The sound of someone arriving on the deck was enough to snap her out of her reverie. Jean turned to see the man she had been waiting for, dressed nicer than she had ever seen him and...

And what had he done to his hair? Jean bit her tongue to stop herself from making any sort of face. If she had to be honest, she would have admitted that she felt he looked best with his natural, fleecy curls. But she had picked up long ago that his hair was a sore spot for him, and thus kept her comments to herself rather than risk making him more self-conscious about it.

She leaned down to pick her gift up off the deck, and then walked towards him, meeting him halfway across the deck. "Good evening, Gintoki." Her voice was a little low, despite the fact that there was no one there but the two of them.

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And with that, Jean couldn't help but smile, though she covered her mouth with one hand in a half-hearted attempt to hide her amusement. See? Even the forces of nature itself agreed with her: He didn't look right without his perm.

"You look very nice tonight," she said, hoping it would reassure him enough that he wouldn't fuss with his hair further.

Anyway, there was no point in putting it off any longer. Jean held out the gift, offering for him to take it. "I know I already made you that cake, but... well... I thought you might like this, too. Happy Lunasa."