[ maybe think about not being a genetically altered cult assassin baby then...... have u considered... Gintoki looks up and squints.. idk where woowoo lives A COTTAGE MAYBE??? anyhow look at that sexy man (who would be sexier if he didn't smoke..) and he makes his way towards where he's at.. guessing he's outside smoking huh..
A hand lifts as a greeting, but then... he turns right around and horks it all out... similar to how they first met, eh? ]
[ this particular smell of smoke is a bit different -- unfiltered, because wolfwood clearly found a way to roll his own stuff. but anyway he has thought about not being a genetically altered cult baby, but it means the kids he cares for are next in line for all that torture so... nope.
also woowoo absolutely lives in the cottage near the lake, but he's more than halfway towards him, brows raised in surprised then in almost-fond annoyance. almost. ]
How the fuck is it that every time I see you, you're throwing up into something?
[ he's reaching into his jacket for a lollipop sour to offer him. ]
[ wow just keep getting stinkier why don’t you, woowoo…
In fact, Gintoki is going to comment on that. ]
It’s because you reek and it makes me puke. That’s why it keeps happening! A-Anyway..
[ just gonna snatch that candy and unwrap it so he can get that lingering vomit taste out of his mouth. He needs water and a nap. A huff! But his expression is quickly growing soft. ]
I miss home. Being a samurai and unable to protect things that mean the most.. it makes me feel worthless.
My home is filled with a bunch of idiots that I need to look out for. It’s a place called Edo.
[ that particular drunken remark earns gintoki a short laugh. ]
Surprised you could smell me through those toxic alcoholic fumes. And puke.
[ aaaa at this point can gintoki be classified as a biohazard? maybe, right? but wolfwood's dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his shoe out of consideration for this particularly belligerent, sad, lonely man. ]
Must be hard, huh. Now no one here needs yer lookin' after.
[ possibly. but he gets it. he does. he thinks of hopeland all the time. he sighs, and puts a hand on his shoulder.]
[ Try as he may to ignore the fact that Wolfwood looks, acts and smells like Hijikata, it's kind of inevitable to think about, especially when he's been homesick lately. The fact it's Hijikata of all people is making him pissed off. Why couldn't someone here remind him of someone.. like.. Ketsuno Ana? Why was it Hijikata?
Anyway, he's a bit unstable, so one of his arms drapes over Nicholas as he puts some of his weight on him. ]
Y'know, I never talk 'bout it.. or like.. get upset over the fact I'm an orphan. But sometimes I just kinda wonder what it would have been like to remember my parents, orrr.. if maybe I have some other kinda family out there. I don't know.
[ hic ]
Always just had'ta come up with my own family.. and now they ain't here.
wolfwood, who's much stronger than his lean frame suggests, holds him up easily (he's used to wielding things that are much more heavy than a slurring drunk man, after all), and it's easy enough to guide him into the cottage he shares with vash. the man's out tonight, conveniently, so they can have the space to themselves.
when wolfwood hears that he's an orphan, however, he stills briefly. of course, of course; that's why he always seems to gravitate to this dude sometimes: it's the thread of profound loneliness he recognises in him. ]
That sucks.
[ he offers quietly, sympathetic. ] Growing up all alone is shit, huh. Grew up an orphan, too. First the orphanage, then it was --
-- [ he pauses, stopping that thought in its tracks before he guides gintoki to seat himself on the couch. no one wants to hear depressing as shit stories. ]
Anyway. Maybe your found family will come to get ya soon. Or, yanno. Makin' some here in the interim ain't so bad.
[ just two sad orphans chilling on the couch.. five feet apart because they’re not gay..
Only they’re not five feet apart and they’re both gay.. at least bisexual.
He watches the other man as he talks, the room spinning slightly and words having a hard time processing in his drunk head. Maybe he will ask Wolfwood about it another time or maybe he’s going to forget this whole night all together. Either way, his body hitches as he hiccups again. Somehow he understands what Wolfwood means. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhh, you know.. I like you and Vash-san a good bit. Maybe I’ll do that.. protect you both with my life.
[ If Wolfwood is also sitting with him at this point, he’s definitely jabbing at his chest playfully, word slurring together. ]
What’s with youuuu, oiii. Nobody with a cool character design like you comes without some kinda baggage. I don’t even know where you came from or what you do.
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[ whatEVER did Wolfwood do? ]
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who pissed in your parfait sugar boy
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you allowoed me to get this drunk without you
idiot
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also why did u even get this drunk
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[ give him a moment to look around... ]
guess im heading home.. somewhere in between the tavern and the hill houses...
hey
why do you think people get thsi drunk huh
wanna guess??
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what happened to stuffing your face full with sweet stuff
im not too far away
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[ He really, truly does. ]
guess im feeling pretty homesick…
[ oh Wolfwood, you have no idea how much of a drunkard he is.. well, I guess he kind of knows now. ]
what
are you gonna come beat my ass
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sit down and tell me what home's like
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oi wolfwood...
leme come over and stay the night and ill talk
[ This absolutely solidifies Wolfwood's suspicion with Gintoki being a lonely individual. For sure. ]
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yeah yeah ok stay over. anyway i think i see u
[ can u smell the smoke gintoki ]
cw: inevitable gintama emeto but u know im not gonna get into it
Gintoki looks up and squints.. idk where woowoo lives A COTTAGE MAYBE??? anyhow look at that sexy man (who would be sexier if he didn't smoke..) and he makes his way towards where he's at.. guessing he's outside smoking huh..
A hand lifts as a greeting, but then... he turns right around and horks it all out... similar to how they first met, eh? ]
lmskdkfkfk
also woowoo absolutely lives in the cottage near the lake, but he's more than halfway towards him, brows raised in surprised then in almost-fond annoyance. almost. ]
How the fuck is it that every time I see you, you're throwing up into something?
[ he's reaching into his jacket for a lollipop sour to offer him. ]
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In fact, Gintoki is going to comment on that. ]
It’s because you reek and it makes me puke. That’s why it keeps happening! A-Anyway..
[ just gonna snatch that candy and unwrap it so he can get that lingering vomit taste out of his mouth. He needs water and a nap. A huff! But his expression is quickly growing soft. ]
I miss home. Being a samurai and unable to protect things that mean the most.. it makes me feel worthless.
My home is filled with a bunch of idiots that I need to look out for. It’s a place called Edo.
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Surprised you could smell me through those toxic alcoholic fumes. And puke.
[ aaaa at this point can gintoki be classified as a biohazard? maybe, right? but wolfwood's dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his shoe out of consideration for this particularly belligerent, sad, lonely man. ]
Must be hard, huh. Now no one here needs yer lookin' after.
[ possibly. but he gets it. he does. he thinks of hopeland all the time. he sighs, and puts a hand on his shoulder.]
C'mon. Get in. I'll get ya some water.
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Anyway, he's a bit unstable, so one of his arms drapes over Nicholas as he puts some of his weight on him. ]
Y'know, I never talk 'bout it.. or like.. get upset over the fact I'm an orphan. But sometimes I just kinda wonder what it would have been like to remember my parents, orrr.. if maybe I have some other kinda family out there. I don't know.
[ hic ]
Always just had'ta come up with my own family.. and now they ain't here.
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wolfwood, who's much stronger than his lean frame suggests, holds him up easily (he's used to wielding things that are much more heavy than a slurring drunk man, after all), and it's easy enough to guide him into the cottage he shares with vash. the man's out tonight, conveniently, so they can have the space to themselves.
when wolfwood hears that he's an orphan, however, he stills briefly. of course, of course; that's why he always seems to gravitate to this dude sometimes: it's the thread of profound loneliness he recognises in him. ]
That sucks.
[ he offers quietly, sympathetic. ] Growing up all alone is shit, huh. Grew up an orphan, too. First the orphanage, then it was --
-- [ he pauses, stopping that thought in its tracks before he guides gintoki to seat himself on the couch. no one wants to hear depressing as shit stories. ]
Anyway. Maybe your found family will come to get ya soon. Or, yanno. Makin' some here in the interim ain't so bad.
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Only they’re not five feet apart and they’re both gay.. at least bisexual.
He watches the other man as he talks, the room spinning slightly and words having a hard time processing in his drunk head. Maybe he will ask Wolfwood about it another time or maybe he’s going to forget this whole night all together. Either way, his body hitches as he hiccups again. Somehow he understands what Wolfwood means. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhh, you know.. I like you and Vash-san a good bit. Maybe I’ll do that.. protect you both with my life.
[ If Wolfwood is also sitting with him at this point, he’s definitely jabbing at his chest playfully, word slurring together. ]
What’s with youuuu, oiii. Nobody with a cool character design like you comes without some kinda baggage. I don’t even know where you came from or what you do.