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[ she fortunately doesn't realize what she'd just walked in on, so they're both spared any unnecessary blushing. not to say that there isn't any, but it's a touch more tame since she hasn't yet noticed what his hands were meaning to do. ]

I just — I thought I might, you know —

[ she gestures weakly with one hand, but in the end seems to decide she might as well just go through with it rather than try to explain. so, hastily, she digs out a small bag from within her satchel, and stiffly holds it out to him. ]

Merry Santa Claus.

[ should he take it from her, he'll find a small wooden ball with a removable metal key sticking out of it, small enough to fit comfortably into the palm of his hand. should he turn the key a few times, it will start playing a gentle melody. ~~or something close to it idk eff the fourthwall~~ ]

Edited 2015-12-27 06:29 (UTC)

_{[ Gintoki watches her, a little unsure of her words and behavior, but then she gestures to her satchel— and a bag to follow. Gin points to himself, seeming a bit surprised. ]}

Oi. For me? Hey, you got something for me?
_{[ He takes it from her and opens it up, holding the object in his hand. He looks a little curious at it a he strokes his chin, examining it before his red gaze flicks to Olivia. ]}

This is great— you know. It's probably the greatest thing I've received.

I never knew you were generous enough to give me a portion of another man's pride.
_{[ ??? ]}

[ ???

olivia glances down at the wooden ball in his hand, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. there's obviously something she isn't quite getting here... ]

Um... I suppose he should be proud of his work, yes. It's very beautiful craftsmanship...

[ a pause. ]

I think it was a woman I'd bought them from, though...

_{[ Gintoki smooths his thumbs over it, looking at the key stuck in it with interest. He'll find out what that is all about later. ]}

It is— very majestic! The best thing I have set eyes on. Hey, it's great. You must have been very brave to get me something like this.
_{[ only Gintamas would praise a gift that looks like a testicle— Olivia shopped for him well.

He puts it in his pants pocket— now it just looks awkward with this weird bauble thing sticking in there. ]}

You probably risked your life for it.
It is a nice ball. _{[ He's certain somebody is really missing it. ]}

[ olivia is torn between her general relief that he seems pleased with his gift... and her steadily growing suspicion that they are not quite on the same page here. ]

Um, I suppose I did, [ risk her life that is? bartering with goblins tended to be quite tricky, after all, ] but it wasn't too bad...

[ she stares uncertainly at the bulge in his pants. ~~hehe~~

just to clarify, she points at it. ]

Mr. Fruit — do they have those in your world...?

Sometime I really wonder. _{[ —if anyone has balls in his series. ]}
Oi, it's wonderful. Don't think otherwise. _{[ for heaven's sake, he doesn't want you to cry again. ]}

_{[ Gintoki shifts and steadies himself by Olivia's side, his hand reaching over to splay along her back. Looks like he is trying to escort her along— we're going on a walk now..!? How exciting. ]}

My world doesn't have one thing I want, though— do you know what that is?

[ she blinks a bit, his answer not much of a reassurance that they understand each other, but before she can pursue the thread of conversation, there is a hand settling on her back (one of the few places that is actually covered by cloth, surprise surprise); she can feel the heat of his hand through all that cloth though, somehow, and it distracts her enough that she can only follow along with a stutter and flush to her cheeks. ]

Wh-What's that...?

There are seven miraculous balls that I want to possess. They spread across the entire Earth, but then they are all reunited, something amazing happens.

You can wish for whatever you want and it comes true.
_{[ Yeah, he's talking about Dragon Ball Z. ]}

[ 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?

_{[ 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)

_{[ 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. ]}

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i thought he was kenshin in that icon...

1.2 ur wrong its yamcha ..

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