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tampered2007-12-20 02:40 am
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LOG; GINTOKI + SAKAMOTO, ONGOING
When; Thursday, the night of the curse.
Rating;F for Faggotry hur hur, PG-13 for mature themes and slaaaaaaaash
Characters; Sakata Gintoki (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginironosora) + Sakamoto Tatsuma (canicrynow)
Summary; The City's curses get suddenly cruel for many of its former samurai.
Log;
They can blame us all they want. We aren't guilty of anything, and don't you ever think it's true. Everyone entered the war knowing the consequences-- I'm just thankful I was able to protect you, Zura, and Taka...
Tatsuma could have said, 'wonder what?' and defused the possibility of an uncomfortable situation. He honestly could have, but his environment, the ghosts, the everything...well, there was a limit to even Sakamoto Tatsuma's positive thinking and his coping mechanism was growing thin. The stress was getting to him.
Instead of acting like an idiot and asking Gintoki to continue and share more, he leaned against the slightly shoddy table in the kitchen, staring back across at the veranda as he uncapped the bottle of cheap, obviously home-brew liquor that he'd picked up a moment ago. It was cool against his throat. He'd been crying for a while on the veranda when they'd appeared. He'd avoided all other contact until he felt he could face the world as a man steadily growing closer to middle age than he was to youth.
A small line of the clear liquid fell down his chin and he wiped it with the back of his arm, tapping his thigh with the glass bottle. The one still wrapped tightly beneath his pants.
"Thankful even about that Takasugi fellow?"
Rating;
Characters; Sakata Gintoki (
ginironosora) + Sakamoto Tatsuma (canicrynow)Summary; The City's curses get suddenly cruel for many of its former samurai.
Log;
They can blame us all they want. We aren't guilty of anything, and don't you ever think it's true. Everyone entered the war knowing the consequences-- I'm just thankful I was able to protect you, Zura, and Taka...
Tatsuma could have said, 'wonder what?' and defused the possibility of an uncomfortable situation. He honestly could have, but his environment, the ghosts, the everything...well, there was a limit to even Sakamoto Tatsuma's positive thinking and his coping mechanism was growing thin. The stress was getting to him.
Instead of acting like an idiot and asking Gintoki to continue and share more, he leaned against the slightly shoddy table in the kitchen, staring back across at the veranda as he uncapped the bottle of cheap, obviously home-brew liquor that he'd picked up a moment ago. It was cool against his throat. He'd been crying for a while on the veranda when they'd appeared. He'd avoided all other contact until he felt he could face the world as a man steadily growing closer to middle age than he was to youth.
A small line of the clear liquid fell down his chin and he wiped it with the back of his arm, tapping his thigh with the glass bottle. The one still wrapped tightly beneath his pants.
"Thankful even about that Takasugi fellow?"
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The breath in his hair was rhythmic and drowsy. They would be sore when they woke up, the roommates might be scarred, but that was alright. They would just have to learn how to laugh it off.
He kicked his geta off and told himself not too snore too loudly.