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jk this isn't the fortune cookie game

[strictdiscipline]

[There he goes again. It may as well be a deflection mechanism by this point, how often he pulls it out every time the discussion turns remotely serious. (Or so she guesses; hard to tell over text.)]

That doesn't mean you don't still need encouragement. Someone needs to pay attention to you, while you're too busy paying attention to everyone else.

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ When it comes to attention, Gintoki has a weird relationship with it. He loves it when people love him, and yet, he tries to distance himself from them still. Mostly, he's got a childish heart, so he'll take any attention when he gets it.

Though, somehow, he feels like he doesn't deserve it. ]</sub>

guess it's just how i was raised.
though riza-san....

if you wanna pay attention to me you can.
_{[ don't say stuff like that. ]}

[strictdiscipline]

[Ah.]

Doesn't the protagonist get plenty of attention? You don't need extra attention from me.

[She's not exactly the kind of woman anyone ought to be angling for.]

[naturallywavy]

_{[ Who wouldn't want attention from you, Riza? That's what he almost says, but that's a little too smooth, so of course he doesn't even really think about it. It just pops in his head a brief moment. ]}

the protagonist has gotta have a sidekick, you know.
_{[ you're the side kick now??? wow. ]}

[strictdiscipline]

[Wow. This convo is going south real fast. (But don't they all?]

Then I wish you the best of luck finding one. I'm sure you wouldn't want one that would end up killing you years from now.

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Hang on a moment.. Riza really is beginning to sound like him, and at that last message, Gintoki seems to know exactly— or the roundabouts— what is going on in Riza's mind.

And it isn't pretty. It's an awful feeling— an awful burden for one to carry on their shoulders.

To kill a love one.

He still has nightmares; he still remembers vividly in all of its disgusting, gory details. The sound of his sword splicing through the neck of his most beloved, and the choked cries of his friends in the background. Now that Gintoki thinks of it, he's certain it was only Takasugi's voice that cried, as Katsura was probably too stunned to actually react.

It was his fault.
Somehow, someway, Gintoki hoped that maybe the goodness he did on Earth would redeem him for all of the bad that he did. In actuality, though, he didn't really care for his own sake. He was on a path for Hell and if he needed to drag down more people who deserved it with him, he would.

Even if Gintoki felt like his body and soul wasn't worth anything anymore, he still knew that he was a good person as he lived on and on for now.
He still knew Riza was a good person as well. ]</sub>


you will only be in equal company..
riza-san.

as they say, birds of a feather flock together.
_{[ His hands are marked with blood of a loved one, too.
He'll be here for you. ]}

and then i completely forgot to reply, my bad

[strictdiscipline]

[She should say something more probing in response to that, take this opportunity to pry and dig until he gives up something that isn't a throwaway line. (Equal company, he says - surely he can't have done what she presumes herself to have done already?)

But at the same time, she's tired and vulnerable, too self-pitying to truly concern herself with others.]

And your feathers are in need of a trim. Don't go anywhere, I'll find you.

ALL GOOD??? i guess we'll log it in oska???

[naturallywavy]

i look forward to it.
_{[ and seeing you, tbh. ]}