( he's been staying with him for the last handful of days, for the sake of the egg, of course, checking in on the swaddled thing more often than he's about to admit because he's … found he's just as attached to it as gintoki is, though he'd been the one to find it, it had been his idea to stay in the same space, hadn't it?
and he'd said you can stay with me, and that's where he's been for the last little while, but he does need to go out every now and again. to make sure they have food, to check in on his kids — even though they've … proven that they really don't need him at this point, that's neither here nor there — when he comes back, there's the distant sound of something … soothing? melodic? hm.
he sets whatever he'd brought back down and follows that sound, follows it until he can lean against a doorframe and watch, expression softening almost immediately when he realizes he's singing to the egg.
… hell, why is that so sweet? )
Oi—
( he says softly, trying not to disturb him, but grinning all the while. )
Are you always this sweet? Have you been holding out on me~?
[ As much as Gintoki would have enjoyed having a shamisen so accompany his singing, the first wish he made was for his weapon to return to him, which it did. Propped up nicely against the wall of his bedroom is a wooden sword with the kanji "Lake Toya" carved into it. There's.. also a blow up doll and some sex supplies off to the side. His first wish was in his favor, it looks like.
The egg is nestled in between two pillows on the Western style bed (which.. he was trying to get used to) and his back is facing the door frame. Sounds like he's singing to his heart's content so he doesn't even notice anyone coming home: ]
♪ We are Fighting Dreamers, aiming high-- Fighting Dreamers, don't care what people think about them-- Fighting Dreamers, follow what they believe- Oli Oli Oli Oh! Just go my way! ♪
( he doesn't pay any mind to the sex stuff — if he can even see it from where he's standing — too distracted by the sound of the other man's voice to think about much of anything else. it's more than just a little bit endearing, he'll admit only to himself ( unless it's for the sake of flustering him, which it could be, give it time ), watching him act all … parental, to put it simply, and if he's perfectly honest something tugs at the very center of his chest. spreads a warmth through him he's only ever felt when it comes to taking care of megumi.
he feigns innocence ( something he's very, very good at, even if no one believes his bullshit ), waving a dismissive hand. ) Didn't wanna interrupt. Seemed like you were really getting into it. ( he isn't lying, naturally, but he is being a bit of a shithead about it.
wouldn't be him if he wasn't, and you know it. ) You have a really nice voice.
[ He could go on about how Tomokazu Sugita is his voice actor or something wild like that, but he doesn’t want to break the 4th wall too badly. He doesn’t really handle compliments well, even if Gintoki would argue he thinks he’s pretty “cool,” someone stating that he has a nice voice is a different kind of compliment.
He turns on the bed to regard the other man, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, half lidded eyes looking upwards at Gojo. A hand rubs the back of his neck as he tears his gaze away, nose wrinkling. ]
It’s fine. I know I’m not the only person doing this to the eggs that they find.
( yeah please don't … break the fourth wall too badly … it would have been enough to know that he's only a side character in his own story ( never gonna be over that thought of yours, sir, no way ) and it stands to reason that even with the things he has to deal with on a daily basis, that kind of fourth wall breaking might just break him.
( he thinks you're pretty cool, though, gin-san. he could potentially be coerced into saying that out loud solely for your benefit, but we wouldn't want to fluster you too badly just yet, now would we? so you'll just have to carry on with thinking you're cool for yourself. you'll get your validation later. )
the nose wrinkling is adorable, too, by the way. but he'll keep that to himself for now.
at the question when it comes, though: ) Ah … not much, I must admit. I'm a horrible egg parent. ( he's being funny, but there is a bit of a twinge of guilt that he hasn't yet put in his fair share of the work for the day.
he steps into the room and plops down on the bed next to the other man, gently nudging a shoulder with his own. ) What can I do?
[ He can only watch Gojo with his typical, annoyed expression, crimson eyes following his movement when he shifts to the bed and gives him a nudge. It seems all concern about allowing the egg to hear his tantrum or arguing goes out the window. Gintoki unhinges his jaw and barks at Gojo: ]
Oi! I’m doing all of the work here! What is it you’re doing? Huh? Is it going out and drinking? Or are you spending time with another egg parent?! Huh?
[ why is he treating this like Gojo is a neglectful husband..
His arms fold over his chest and his volume lowers. ]
I don’t know. I specifically picked you out to help because I thought you’d be helpful.
[ oh… hm.. Gin knows and has an idea of what they could do, though, especially since he’s heard of other egg parents doing it. You know, nestling the egg together and letting it absorb the positive energy from both of them in a relaxed state. He’s kind of nervous to bring that up so suddenly, though.
[ Something about this text seems ominous, but Gintoki is a boomer who doesn't use a cellphone even back home, so.. he doesn't really know what is ominous and what isn't when it comes to texting.. but he's getting a vibe. ]
[ Honestly, Vash asked for help out of desperation. He's already nearly started a fire once today while trying to cook. But, considering that he's done more fishing here than he's done in his life, he really needs to learn how to cook things.
So he's enlisted Gintoki's help.
By the time his friend arrives, Vash is in the middle of sweeping up the remains of spilled (and inedible) muck that was probably food at one point. He just grins sheepishly at Gintoki when he enters. ]
Hey. Uh. I guess we're starting from square one? I haven't had much luck.
[ It's probably obvious by the way soot is smudged on his face and his hair is mussed. Don't ask what he's been doing, he doesn't know. ]
[is that muck or nut.... Naturally, Gintoki does put on a scowling face, but that might just be Gintoki's overall demeanor. You never know with this guy.
He settles his hands on his hips, keeping a short distance from Vash before one hand lifts to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
[ He turns his head in a nod towards the glass pan that also seems to be full of a blackened brick. The glass? broken. Ruined forever. Vash will probably pay dearly for it if its owner catches wind. But he's not worried about that right now. ]
I should probably stick to things that don't need heat to cook, huh? Hahaha.
[ The laughter is strained, a little embarrassed. But he doesn't seem phased by Gintoki's grouchy demeanor. ]
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naturallywavy) wrote2023-04-10 12:40 pm
what the egg doin'?
and he'd said you can stay with me, and that's where he's been for the last little while, but he does need to go out every now and again. to make sure they have food, to check in on his kids — even though they've … proven that they really don't need him at this point, that's neither here nor there — when he comes back, there's the distant sound of something … soothing? melodic? hm.
he sets whatever he'd brought back down and follows that sound, follows it until he can lean against a doorframe and watch, expression softening almost immediately when he realizes he's singing to the egg.
… hell, why is that so sweet? )
Oi—
( he says softly, trying not to disturb him, but grinning all the while. )
Are you always this sweet? Have you been holding out on me~?
egg shit probably 1/2
The egg is nestled in between two pillows on the Western style bed (which.. he was trying to get used to) and his back is facing the door frame. Sounds like he's singing to his heart's content so he doesn't even notice anyone coming home: ]
♪ We are Fighting Dreamers, aiming high--
Fighting Dreamers, don't care what people think about them--
Fighting Dreamers, follow what they believe-
Oli Oli Oli Oh! Just go my way! ♪
[ um.. he's really into this... ]
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OI!! Don't you knock when you come into a place? Don't sneak up on me like that!
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he feigns innocence ( something he's very, very good at, even if no one believes his bullshit ), waving a dismissive hand. ) Didn't wanna interrupt. Seemed like you were really getting into it. ( he isn't lying, naturally, but he is being a bit of a shithead about it.
wouldn't be him if he wasn't, and you know it. ) You have a really nice voice.
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He turns on the bed to regard the other man, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, half lidded eyes looking upwards at Gojo. A hand rubs the back of his neck as he tears his gaze away, nose wrinkling. ]
It’s fine. I know I’m not the only person doing this to the eggs that they find.
[ … ]
What have you done for it today?
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( he thinks you're pretty cool, though, gin-san. he could potentially be coerced into saying that out loud solely for your benefit, but we wouldn't want to fluster you too badly just yet, now would we? so you'll just have to carry on with thinking you're cool for yourself. you'll get your validation later. )
the nose wrinkling is adorable, too, by the way. but he'll keep that to himself for now.
at the question when it comes, though: ) Ah … not much, I must admit. I'm a horrible egg parent. ( he's being funny, but there is a bit of a twinge of guilt that he hasn't yet put in his fair share of the work for the day.
he steps into the room and plops down on the bed next to the other man, gently nudging a shoulder with his own. ) What can I do?
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Oi! I’m doing all of the work here! What is it you’re doing? Huh? Is it going out and drinking? Or are you spending time with another egg parent?! Huh?
[ why is he treating this like Gojo is a neglectful husband..
His arms fold over his chest and his volume lowers. ]
I don’t know. I specifically picked you out to help because I thought you’d be helpful.
[ oh… hm..
Gin knows and has an idea of what they could do, though, especially since he’s heard of other egg parents doing it. You know, nestling the egg together and letting it absorb the positive energy from both of them in a relaxed state. He’s kind of nervous to bring that up so suddenly, though.
For some reason. ]
Hm...
Gintoki.
[ See? ]
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yeah?
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STAMPEDE is typing...
[ That message stays for a good 10 minutes, then goes away. And then: ]
STAMPEDE is typing...
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Finally, Gintoki types a message through: ]
don't hurt yourself trying to text.
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[ No he's not? ]
What would you recommend to someone whos never eaten before?
[ if he's going to get nai to eat.... (without having to shove it in his mouth manually) ]
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what
waves hands around
So he's enlisted Gintoki's help.
By the time his friend arrives, Vash is in the middle of sweeping up the remains of spilled (and inedible) muck that was probably food at one point. He just grins sheepishly at Gintoki when he enters. ]
Hey. Uh. I guess we're starting from square one? I haven't had much luck.
[ It's probably obvious by the way soot is smudged on his face and his hair is mussed. Don't ask what he's been doing, he doesn't know. ]
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is that muck or nut....Naturally, Gintoki does put on a scowling face, but that might just be Gintoki's overall demeanor. You never know with this guy.
He settles his hands on his hips, keeping a short distance from Vash before one hand lifts to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
Do I even want to know what you tried cooking?
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IT IS DEFINITELY NOT ANYTHING NUT RELATED]Fish, but I think I went wrong somewhere.
[ He turns his head in a nod towards the glass pan that also seems to be full of a blackened brick. The glass? broken. Ruined forever. Vash will probably pay dearly for it if its owner catches wind. But he's not worried about that right now. ]
I should probably stick to things that don't need heat to cook, huh? Hahaha.
[ The laughter is strained, a little embarrassed. But he doesn't seem phased by Gintoki's grouchy demeanor. ]