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_{[ ....
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. ]}