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[pachintoki]

 Someday this will look cool or something.

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[bakudanma]

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. ]}

[pachintoki]

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.]

[bakudanma]

It's not jerk, it's Katsura!
<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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

[pachintoki]

Mnnhnm.

[no mom. He doesn't budge.]

[bakudanma]

_{[ 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.

[pachintoki]

[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.

[bakudanma]

_{[ 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. ]}

[pachintoki]

[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.]