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I do not know if there is a word for what she is, actually.

[ Kida, you're not helping.

Out from between the trees--twin yellow eyes, glowing balefully. One moment they're there, and the next they're not. ]

[ i hate you ]

Oh my gosh... That sounds amazing! I can see why you'd want something like that, Mr. Fruit...

[ nodnodnod.

but also— ]

So what would you wish for?

THAT'S NOT COMFORTING YOU KNOW!!

_{[ He has his bokuto out?? It's just kind of pointing towards the woods. ]}

AT LEAST MAKE SOMETHING UP!!

I say 'min-altirak', usually.

[ Still not helping Kida, that's Atlantean.

Something breathes.

Right. Behind. Gin. ]

oi.
you sure you ain't sick..
please take care of yourself.

_{[ Though, his message is cut short cause he is too busy screaming and running away from the thing that has just made itself appear out of nowhere. In a bit of a frenzy, Gintoki has dropped his bokuto when he turns around to face the thing that is so close to him. ]}

_{[ RECORD SCRATCH ... ]}

—Ah.

Uh.

_{[ He could be honest with Olivia — right here, right now. He could talk about all sorts of things he wishes could come true. It could be maybe actually knowing his parents since he grew up without them, or maybe growing up with siblings; something that would have made him feel less alone. He could have wished for an actual home or domestic upbringing when he was little and instead was abandoned on the battlefield— picking at corpses like some scavenger. Gintoki could wish for love— and wish for his love to be reciprocated. What was the fun in that, though? Love needs to come from the heart and as pure as possible or what is it worth?

He could wish for luck and prosperity for the people in the city he cared so much about; Kagura behaving like an actual lady — Shinpachi actually getting a girlfriend who cared about him and treated him well. They both would be successful, wonderful people.

Truth of the matter is, he knew that he probably wouldn't have to wish for that. It would come naturally in due time.

Maybe he could wish him back to life; maybe he could wish the most important person to him was still living today. The person who took him in and raised him and that he built the strongest bond with of all.

Maybe he could wish the war never happened.

Though, something in the back of Gintoki's mind, knew things happen for a reason and whatever path he constructs for himself.. it shouldn't ever change once you have walked over it.

He breathes out the dumbest answer, his arms outstretching for emphasis: ]}

A giant, never ending parfait.

_{[ This is a child you are talking to, Olivia.
And as crestfallen of a person a he could be, and as much as a burden as he was baring— as hard as it would be for him to be genuinely happy..

Gintoki wouldn't change anything about his life for the world, even if it didn't seem like he truth sometimes.
Without his suffering, he knew that he wouldn't understand what it would be like to try so desperately to make the world not feel what he has felt and gone through.

Perhaps this is why he wants to help and protect people so much. ]}

[ she's not quite sure what she'd been expecting. something more, perhaps. something less.

something a little deeper into this man who has so easily captured her attention — though, admittedly, it would be inaccurate to say that's particularly hard — or, at this point, she'd settle for something just shallow enough. who is he, why does he do what he does, what land does he come from with such weird phrases and weirder carriages, what's made his eyes look so deep and hollow and old, what is his name.

what thoughts must he be thinking, to make such a short and silent pause seem to last an eternity in uncertainty.

but it's a greedy need, she knows that well enough. she has no right to know, and he has no business in telling her. she'll continue to pry, whenever she grows brave enough, or forgets her worries enough to be foolish, but until then she will settle for just this; these quiet, stolen moments where she's almost able to pretend she kind of maybe almost deserves it.

she smiles faintly, and maybe it's a little sad, but it's also a little thankful. grateful he's even shared this much with someone helplessly caught in his orbit. ]

That sounds nice, [ she concedes, not quite like a white flag, but close enough to it that it probably doesn't really matter at this point.

the snow stops crunching under her feet when she halts, glancing back from where they came. ] We should probably check back on Ranmaru. She might wonder where we've gone.

[ crunch crunch crunch as she starts walking again, and then a pause, and then she's swiveling back on a heel to gently poke the wooden orb hanging low in his pocket. ]

The melody reminds me of you. I hope you'll give it a listen the next time you're aching for that parfait.

[ a bashful smile, and then she's turning away once more.

crunch crunch crunch. ]

Edited 2015-12-31 07:30 (UTC)

[ Ninat is almost twenty feet long, given the length of her tail, and as high as a horse. She has the vague shape of a cat, but dwarfs anything alive by a wide margin. Yet, despite having the shape of a cat, nothing else adds up--certainly not the leathery, mottled skin, or the glowing tendrils she has for whiskers, and definitely not the rock-hard crest that extends from her nose down the back of her neck like a built-in bludgeon. She glows in the dark, and her belly reflects the light of the fire.

In her tremendous jaws she holds Gin's cake, boxed and wrapped in a cloth for transport. To her credit, it is completely unblemished, and she lowers it delicately to the ground.

Ninat doesn't see Gin, really, and out of the water her sense of smell is a fraction of itself. Instead she sense the rapid pulses of his nervous system as he scrambles away, like lightning shooting through his body. Like fireworks.

How entertaining!

She moves forward, past the cake, and opens her mouth--surely nothing so catlike should have so very many shark-like teeth--and picks up his bokuto. He dropped it, silly human. She should return it!

She's padding in his direction now, the wooden sword in her mouth. ]

Min-altirak means....'feline-shark'?

_{[ Gintoki has seen some things. Really, he has. His homeland had been invaded by aliens roughly 20 years ago and they had populated and basically ruled over late 1800's Japan with ease. They brought with them modern and futuristic technology. He's seen cats on all fours, walking and talking like humans— he's seen large beasts that resembled demons but were as harmless as flies because they enjoyed the simple things in life like raising and nurturing plants.

Things like this.. don't surprise him. They freak him out, though. ]}

O..oi! Heel! Stop! I'll — uh — I'll do something if you come any further!! Put that down, that thing I bought off of an infomercial. _{[ did he really .. ]}

_{[ sorry, Kida. He can't reply right now. ]}

_{[ What.. was with this girl? What did he do to get her so interested in him and figuring him out? It was happening so quick, and frankly, it alarmed Gintoki. Opening up yourself and revealing all of that junk for everyone to see.. Gintoki didn't really care about other people's thoughts on the matter. It's just something he personally didn't like to reflect on for his own sake.

A melody? This thing is a music box? Huh. He scratches his cheek as she turns away and walks off. Gintoki resumes on the opposite direction — further into the woods he goes!
Gintoki pulls the music orb from his pocket and turns the key, cocking his head to the side when it plays a song. ]}

Ah. I see.

_{[ The music chimes as he walks forward, and, once he finds himself a bush, he'll push part of his yukata back and unzip his fly, releasing a warm, golden shower on the near naked shrub.

What a nice little tune to piss to. ]}

[ Gintoki's nervous system goes off like more fireworks, pleasing Ninat. Her tail sways from side to side.

She more-or-less understands what he's saying, but ignores his commands in favour of staying the course.

She's getting pretty close now--any farther and he'll be backing into the fire.

Actually, you know what? She's just gonna keep going, and knock him down, and lie on top of him. The bokuto can be discarded; her new priority is to clean that bird's nest of hair. ]

I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

[Hi, guess who managed to decipher that poorly written note.]

whose spreading lies?
a sweet tooth? not me, definitely not me.

okay you got me.
it's definitely me.
you could say i have sweet teeth i guess.

Edited 2016-01-03 01:00 (UTC)

as in a lot of'em.
you know, all of them. all of my teeth.
they're all sweet.

AaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
_{[ Down he goes, feeling his lower half over powered by the weight of this creature. Next, he is getting a tongue twisted in his hair. Was it grooming him? He actually probably needed it— Gintoki really hadn't gotten a decent bath in awhile.

Too bad this is a giant beast playing with his hair and not a pretty girl. He absolutely loved to have his hair teased by somebody..— not this, though.
Though, something about this situation reminds him of Sadaharu back home. A giant Inugami that he had taken in as a pet without really knowing it was actually a God dog. He was about Ninat's size too.. but was more fluffy and huggable than this thing. ]}

Oiii, oioi! I'm not your .. _{[ what would you call this ..? She's a shark-cat, right? ]} pup-kitten!
Crawl in a hole and die! Gin-san doesn't deserve your _{[ ??? ]} affections!

Edited 2016-01-03 04:03 (UTC)

[ Ninat continues to lavish her attentions on Gin's hair, clearly thinking that he has all the hygiene skills of a 'pup-kitten'. Her tongue is rough and sandpaper-y, like a cat's, only vaguely slimy, and tough like a shark's basihyal. All in all, it probably isn't the most pleasant sensation, and Gin's hair will probably smell like fish.

Kida's voice comes over the jewel, concerned: ]

Gin, is everything all right?

[ ARE YOU KIDS GETTING ALONG? ]

_{[ His response to Kida: ]}

YOUR THINGY-THING IS TRYING TO EAT ME!!
How do I stop..!? Where is the stop button? If I press something, will it disappear..!? Where is the light switch..!? Is it plugged in anywhere?

_{[ plugged in, though.
Gintoki is squirming and fussing.. just like a 'pup-kitten' would! Ninat, how are your motherly instincts going to react? ]}

Edited 2016-01-03 04:57 (UTC)

Along with the rest of you, it seems.

[Or something like that. When he's not jamming his foot into his mouth.]

So, hot chocolate?

[ Ninat presses her massive paws into Gin's shoulders, holding him still. When pup-kittens get unruly, they get disciplined.

Which means Ninat rumbles unhappily, opening her teeth-filled jaws to nip-- ]

Ni-nu! [ Kida's voice is more like she's scolding a small child than preventing murder. ] Kwam tapik! Cake bernotseken!

[ At the sound of her master's voice, Ninat halts with her mouth just shy of Gin's nape. With an unhappy grumble, she pushes off of him--sorry about that weight on your back, Gin--and pads back over to the cake, still in its box on the ground. ]

_{[ ah .........

Well, he wasn't sure what was to become of that note. She didn't look like somebody who could speak Japanese? Maybe that was why it was so much easier for him to write. And actually, he wasn't expecting a response— he was hardly trying for a response. Somehow he got a response..?

But that hot chocolate.. well. It looked good.
Riza looks good too, he figures. He's just not exactly sure what to say in reply to this, so it takes him awhile before a message appears: ]}

you didn't drink all of it, did you?
you seem like the type of girl who might.
_{[ whatever that means. ]}

_{[ Gin doesn't do well when people or things try to take control of the situation, so he's absolutely pitching a whole fit when Ninat steadies him with her paws. His feet are kicking about, stirring up some snow and dirt. There's probably a lot of colorful words in his next phrase, but then, everything has stopped.. and he can move?

Gintoki props himself up on his elbows, naturally curly hair slobbered straight as he just watches Ninat wordlessly. ]}

Hey.. — that's mine. Don't get any weird ideas.
_{[ not even a thank you. Just.. yeah, that's mine. ]}

[ Ninat sits by the cake, her long tail curling around her. She bends to pick it up again, delicately. It hangs by its handkerchief from her jaws, and she extends her neck, holding it out for him to take. She watches Gin as he watches her.

She seems calmer, at least? ]

_{[ ....
Gintoki finally gets back to his feet, closing the space between them before slowly reaching out and — taking the cake.
And holding it pretty close to him. ]}

Uh.

_{[ awkward glance. ]}

Thanks.
_{[ he unravels the handkerchief and pops open the box, sticking his finger to hook it around a scoop of icing before sticking it in his mouth. With a low tone of voice, he speaks: ]}

Y'know, you should brush your teeth at least.
_{[ Gintoki was the king of monologue and soliloquizing. Internally and aloud when nobody was around. It only encourages him to speak more when there is something else present, even if he isn't sure how much it comprehends. ]}

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i thought he was kenshin in that icon...

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1.2 ur wrong its yamcha ..

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