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_{[ Hearing Gintoki respond like this makes Katsura feel eased, even if it isn't the response he would have preferred. Gintoki has never been the comforting type when it came to their relationship-- emotions have always been distant for him and Zura understood that. Hearing something like this just re-emphasizes the fact that he is real and alive as ever.. which is what Katsura needs right now.

The shower lifts and warm water spills over Gin's hair. His other hand ensures that all of the soap is getting out of Gintoki's hair as he rinses him clean wordlessly.

When it's over, Katsura stands from his seat. He, himself, could probably also use a shower, but he'll make do until Gintoki is finished.
Zura makes a turn to leave. ]}

.. Take your time in here. I'm going to make something to eat for you.
_{[ he's so nice and pleasant sometimes, isn't he? Gee, you should "die" more, shouldn't you?
With that, Katsura forces a very, very small smile as he gives Gintoki one last look before disappearing out of the bathroom.

When something precious is put in danger, he cannot help but feel joy when he knows for certain that he is alright. ]}

[Gintoki tips his head back slightly as Zura starts rinsing; the other had done a good job, he probably didn't need to wash it twice. Eyes closed, he'll relax into the warmth of the water and the fingers in his hair. He was pretty easy to please, usually, and this felt great.

He'll give his head another slight shake when Zura finishes, handing the shower head back to Gintoki who takes it and starts running the water over his shoulders and chest idly as he listens. ]

Hnn- Oi, you don't have to--

[But Zura's gone before he can really protest. He was just hungry, anyway, and he didn't even remember what he had in the fridge. Hopefully something, he usually kept a few staples. Gintoki's staples, though, being strawberry milk and other sweet things.

Hopefully he had some meat. He couldn't remember, but Zura will find some thin sliced beef that was probably a little old. Gintoki had some basic seasonings, too.

He'll sigh, continuing to wash all the crap off himself. After he's done he'll sink in the bath, relief flooding into his achy frame as he took a good, long soak. He just had a few cuts, but the bruises were what were really sapping at his stamina right now. He almost wants to skip the meal and head straight for the sofa, once he finishes and wraps a clean yukata around himself, towel still over his neck and shoulders.

But he'll wander into the kitchen. There's a small table and chairs there, so he'll sit in one that faces Zura, and then rest his arm on the table, laying his head on it, dozing a little.]

_{[ Too bad. He is going to. He does discover the meat and find some rice, after sifting through his food and ingredients, much to his disdain. Zura tsks at all of the sugar he finds while preparing Gintoki the best meal he can with the limited items he has.

He's exactly finished when Gintoki wanders in, Katsura's back facing him. He sets the utensils down. ]}

A warrior can't live on sugar alone. You know this.
_{[ He turns with the plate of seasoned and grilled meat with a side of rice and places the dish in front of Gintoki before he also sits.
A hand places on Gintoki's head, ruffling that damp hair slightly, and after a moment, his hand withdrawals. Looks like Katsura has a dish for himself too. ]}

Samurai eat simple foods without the rich sugars.
_{[ a little nudge of his-- you should go back to living life as a fighter, regardless of Edo's laws, because you were so strong. ]}

Edited 2015-07-15 16:02 (UTC)

[He's half-asleep until the hair ruffling. That has him forcing himself to sit up with a sigh, one arm still stretched out over the table while he rubs at his eyes with the back of his other hand. The admonitions drift somewhere through his thoughts as he gives the meal a once-over, then starts in on the meat immediately with a few large bites. He'll put the food away at a pretty good pace without retaliating over the sugar comments.

Except---]

Mmm, wasn't there strawberry milk in the fridge?

[He's gonna get up to check, pulling out a few single-sized milk boxes for himself and sitting down with them. Was he listening at all??? Probably, but this is clearly what he thinks about Katsura's diet tips. He'd defended his strawberry milk habit to Zura more times than he could remember.]

_{[ Katsura is a slow eater-- he's pretty conscious of eating habits, and eating too fast can cause other problems ( though, he does seem to pick up the pace when eating a good dish of soba ).

He does narrow his eyes in mid-bite when Gintoki goes for the strawberry milk and sits down. ]}

...You've always been like that. We all knew it was you would sneak bites off of other plates when we got a treat at school.

[He'll be steadily eating his rice now. Zura though, gets a slight frown at that reminder.]

I told you guys, it was only the spirits. You were being punished for being selfish and not sharing, so don't blame me.

[slurrrrrp oh yes this milk was good.]

_{[ don't slurp like that oh my god.
Katsura drops his wrists to the table, making a slight noise, and straightens up his posture to give Gintoki a look. ]}

I never believed that. I always knew it was you! And our classmates believed me-- some of them would!

[slurping and a good smack of lips too, because that's how you drink something delicious, Zura. He'll finish his dinner up pretty easily. It was good - good enough, and even a little bit actually good, too - and he'd needed it. ]

Well if you didn't know it was me, you'd be pretty gullible and stupid. I guess it's good you knew.

[Just a dead fish expression, but then--]

Hey.

At least you still know what's real and what's not.

[suddenly going back to the situation at hand, surprisingly.]

I'm not gullible and stupid, I'm Katsura.
_{[ He simmers down as he finishes off his food, standing up to take his and Gintoki's dishes, instantly going to the sink to clean them off. Isn't it nice to have a housewife here, Gintoki? ]}

... I do, now. It's not telling what could happen in the future again.
_{[ he's already seen so much shit here and he's only been here for nearly 5 months. ]}

[He'll watch, resting his head on his arm again, which is stretched out across the table. His tone as he speaks again is deceptively uninterested. ]

Zura. Oi, listen to me.

If you're that worried, why don't you come over the next time something happens, huh? It's better than you getting all worked up over something fake, right?

[DID HE JUST but anyway his face is buried in his arms right now. Not like Katsura is going to see what kind of expression he's wearing just now.]

_{[ Instantly, Katsura seems to brighten up at the invitation. Gintoki should have seen that coming. ]}

You want me to come over more often?
_{[ Gintoki said nothing that implies that, but Katsura is going to take Gintoki's words and interpret them how he feels. ]}

Ah, I'm awfully busy— I'm not sure if I could regularly make time for that.
_{[ He resumes cleaning the dishes and then puts them away. ]}

Perhaps for a longtime friend I can.

[Just a frown that says should say all he's thinking right now. Yeah Zura, that's totally what he said. He wants you to come over all the time.]

[aaaand a biiig yawn]

No no, you're busy, you're a busy guy, so never come over again.

_{[ and he just brightens and brightens. ]}
Gintoki. I don't know how to feel about all of this-- it's embarrassing.
I'll do my best to come and see you as much as I can, I thought you'd never ask!

_{[ guess who is still hearing what he wants to hear and not what Gintoki is really saying. ]}

Hnnhngh.

[Just this grumbling growling groan. He'll slump onto the table, face in his arms. And he'll keep slumping. . . and more slumping. . . slump, slump. . . aaand slumping right onto the floor. He'll slide right off the chair onto the ground, rolling over and once again burying his face in his arms.

Was something wrong? Is he okay? Was this sulking? Is it possibly the laziest tantrum in the world? Maybe somewhere between all of those. He was still pretty tired. . . kami-sama, he didn't want to move another inch. Even laying here was exhausting! Why was Zura still here! ]

_{[ Katsura is accustomed to this kind of behavior from Gintoki, so he doesn't exactly respond right away, allowing Gintoki to pitch his little fit all the while humming pleasantly while he finishes up some more of the dishes.

Anyway, Gintoki is showered and has eaten so he guesses it's time for bed.

Once he is done, he makes his way over to the other male and wordlessly bends over ot pick up his ankle--
--and drag him across the floor. ]}

I suppose it is past your bedtime.
_{[ He'll say this almost too fondly.
Can you blame him, though? A few hours ago he thought he had lost somebody important to him. ]}

[When Katsura picks up his ankle, Gintoki makes his leg as heavy as possible, refusing to budge a muscle. Zura was still here, he was still weirdly fussing over him, and he wasn't sure if he actually wanted the other to get out or not. It must have been this place, this weird place where he didn't have all the things he was used to. Once he starts getting pulled a bit, he'll roll over onto his back with a drawn out complaint.]

Stoooop it, stop. I don't wanna move, I'll sleep here. I don't wanna go a centimeter from this spot. Oi Zura-- [Pause for a big yawn; he'll give a good stretch too, letting his arms flop down over his head.]

You're not listening! Oi, stop being weird and go home already!

[more and more though, it's something he feels like he should say, rather than something he feels like he means.]

Edited 2015-08-17 00:44 (UTC)

Your back is crooked enough as it is. You don't need to sleep on the bare floor if you have a futon to go to. Unlike you, my spine, along with my hair, are straight because I take care of myself.
_{[ what does hair have to do with anything. Katsura gives enough tug. ]}

... I think you're getting fat.
_{[ he couldn't have said this any more tactlessly. ]}

MY HAIR'S BEEN CURLY SINCE I WAS BORN! Don't try to make it sound like I did something to deserve this hair, jerk!

[He'll now actively tug his foot back; if Zura lets him, he'll get up and walk to his futon - made extra big and fluffy from the apartment technology -- then flop on it with little ceremony, but maybe a bit of dramatics. ]

I'm not moving from this spot now. This is the spot I wanted all along.

[Because this is a better spot, clearly. Anything he says is muffled into the pillow anyway.]

It's not jerk, it's Katsura!
_{[ Oh? He's getting up? That's a surprise. Katsura allows this, monitoring his movements and then watching his little tantrum once he reaches his futon. No matter. He's right where Zura wants him to be.

The other approaches, looming over his friend with his arms crossed. ]}

Are you finished, now? Get under the sheets properly. Remember to lie on your back, and if you cannot sleep-- unlikely-- count sheep.

Mnnhnm.

[no mom. He doesn't budge.]

_{[ He's going to pitch an entire fit any moment, Gintoki. I swear to god.
Katsura bends over, trying to flip Gintoki on his back. ]}

Sleeping on your side like that in a futon will make you ache. You should know this.
Uwahh... you're heavy.

[idly waving those hands away]

Then stop moving me.

[He is a rock. He is immovable.

. . . he is a lump, more like. But if anything, he's getting more stubborn now, actually holding on to the futon.]

I hope you throw your back out.

Edited 2015-08-25 05:57 (UTC)

_{[ He sees that. He sees that clinging there. It's no good. This is for your own benefit, Gintoki. You're just too stupid and lazy to realize this is out of love. Katsura purses his lips together, tsking at him and then gives his side a pretty firm kick. Nothing too bad, but it isn't a light kick either. ]}

You'll be a hunchback before you become middle aged.

_{[ But then.. he bends over again, this time to cover up Gintoki as much as he can with the blankets that his fat ass isn't piled on.
Once that is done, Katsura does, in fact, leave him to sleep. It doesn't sound like he is leaving his apartment, but there is definitely peace for Gintoki.. finally. ]}

[Gintoki gives a grunt of pain at that kick. Seriously, was that really neccessary. . .he'll curl up a bit and gather his pillow and smush his face into it, only to shift around annoyingly as Zura tries to put blankets on him.]

The only reason I'll be sore is because you kicked me.

[it's just so sulky. Once Zura leaves the room though, he'll fix the blankets himself and settle down to sleep. He won't mind that Zura hadn't left the apartment, as long as he could sleep.]

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