[Gintoki, ever careful of things, is casually dropping his sword into the bath-water. He'll rub it some with his hand, then start toweling it off. Good as new. How else were you supposed to clean a bokuto that got pudding on it. He's hoping it doesn't smell weird after this---

He'll blink over, still hunched gracelessly over the tub.]

Hah? Oi, did you get a game over? Was it something with giant paws? You shouldn't be so easily distracted, you know. . . not all of them are friendly.

[trailing off some, then toweling the sword some more while sitting on the edge of the tub. Then he'll set it down and start fingering his hair some more; it was just so matted and gross, totally stuck together. He'll wrinkle his nose some. ]