[ Gintoki slowly munches on the cake, watching her cry and be overwhelmed with emotion. When he first met her, this would be a cue to make Gintoki panic— as he hates seeing women like this cry. Though, through his time of knowing her, he has come to accept that it's just.. who she is. Gintoki has been subtly trying to help her strengthen herself not because he wants her to be strong, but that he knows she would find happiness and confidence in herself by doing so.
Softly, though still carrying his lazy drawl: ]
Oi, oiii. Lucky with what? Having me as a main character for you to support? Is it cause I'm better than Ich*go? Even with my wavy hair?
[ There is still an amount of self-worth that Gintoki has to accept for himself, too. Joking aside, though, he's accepted her as a person. If she wants to cry, so be it. He doesn't have a handkerchief to blow his boogers into and opts for using his hands, so he cannot very well offer her something like that to clean her tears with. He's also, unfortunately, not one to show tenderness by wiping away a woman's tears— it's too close; too intimate.
He does, however, lean forward again, placing a palm on her shoulder, running it down her upper arm for some form of comfort. ]
If crying makes you feel better, there isn't anything wrong with that. I used to think you should be stronger, but.. That really isn't my business to say, is it? It isn't. It isn't anybody's business but your own.
Only you can set your own rules for yourself, so don't listen to anybody else. No human or no demon.. or anybody else. Maybe that is that you can learn from this, aa?
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Softly, though still carrying his lazy drawl: ]
Oi, oiii. Lucky with what? Having me as a main character for you to support? Is it cause I'm better than Ich*go? Even with my wavy hair?
[ There is still an amount of self-worth that Gintoki has to accept for himself, too.
Joking aside, though, he's accepted her as a person. If she wants to cry, so be it. He doesn't have a handkerchief to blow his boogers into and opts for using his hands, so he cannot very well offer her something like that to clean her tears with.
He's also, unfortunately, not one to show tenderness by wiping away a woman's tears— it's too close; too intimate.
He does, however, lean forward again, placing a palm on her shoulder, running it down her upper arm for some form of comfort. ]
If crying makes you feel better, there isn't anything wrong with that. I used to think you should be stronger, but..
That really isn't my business to say, is it? It isn't. It isn't anybody's business but your own.
Only you can set your own rules for yourself, so don't listen to anybody else. No human or no demon.. or anybody else.
Maybe that is that you can learn from this, aa?