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_{[ Gintoki's hands pause their curious wander, oh-so close to the side curves of her breasts. His head tips lazily to allow her more room, his golden gaze surveying the little apartment he's in. Sure, it came with a bed when he first got here, but he replaced it with a futon for.. sentimental reasons. Same reason there tatami flooring and sliding doors. He couldn't resist transforming his place into something that was a replica of his apartment back home with some minor differences. ]}

Ah.

_{[ He voice is a little dry and he has to clear it to talk properly. ]}

By.. bed, you mean.. traditional bed, right?

_{[ Other women have given him shit about his sorry excuse for a bedroom, but he can't help it. He's a former samurai and part of his heart still lies with traditional customs. ]}