[ There is probably some damage done to your window, Gintoki. That's the only feasible way he sought to get in. Katsura was.. ambitious. Very ambitious when he had his priorities straight ( a rare spectacle ) and his heart set on his goal. Tonight, his goal was Gintoki's safety, especially after what he had just witnessed when he lost. He hears footsteps. One thing about the specter that has been following him around is that it is extremely quiet. This is Katsura's first notion that the new presence into the apartment could actually be Gintoki, the very person he was waiting for, and not this mirror image of him that has been driving him crazy over the past few hours.
Gintoki actually just missed out on a conversation Katsura was having with seemingly himself, but he was actually trying to negotiate with this cloaked figure that had starking white, wavy hair. Even with the fact this Gintoki seemed more real, Katsura wasn't going to be so easily fooled by this place. Just in case, he chooses to protect himself.
There is a clash against Gintoki's bokuto.
Katsura stands with his sword against the wood of Gintoki's blade, very sternly looking at him. ]
... Please, Gintoki. Tell me you are real.
[ His expression doesn't falter, but his brow is holding fresh sweat. Katsura is healed, good as new, but his complexion is white as a sheet. ]
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Katsura was.. ambitious. Very ambitious when he had his priorities straight ( a rare spectacle ) and his heart set on his goal. Tonight, his goal was Gintoki's safety, especially after what he had just witnessed when he lost.
He hears footsteps. One thing about the specter that has been following him around is that it is extremely quiet. This is Katsura's first notion that the new presence into the apartment could actually be Gintoki, the very person he was waiting for, and not this mirror image of him that has been driving him crazy over the past few hours.
Gintoki actually just missed out on a conversation Katsura was having with seemingly himself, but he was actually trying to negotiate with this cloaked figure that had starking white, wavy hair. Even with the fact this Gintoki seemed more real, Katsura wasn't going to be so easily fooled by this place. Just in case, he chooses to protect himself.
There is a clash against Gintoki's bokuto.
Katsura stands with his sword against the wood of Gintoki's blade, very sternly looking at him. ]
... Please, Gintoki.
Tell me you are real.
[ His expression doesn't falter, but his brow is holding fresh sweat. Katsura is healed, good as new, but his complexion is white as a sheet. ]
Tell me if you're safe.