[While Gintoki is helping him up, he bats the helping hand away, picking himself up. Barely listening to that babble coming out of his mouth (though it's about darn time someone called him by his title around here) he shoots a deadly, deadly glare at Kagura, his head turned though his torso still facing Gintoki...
That is, until the warm sensation of someone's vomit splashes and slides down his long-sleeved shirt. Not only that does it get on his scarf (because it's cold outside!), leaving him looking down in horror. But that horror only lasts a moment before that death glare is turned now on Gintoki.]
[His fists are shaking. He's so unbelievably angry that he's speechless for a moment. He doesn't know whether to kill him or her first, but if you were going on the humiliating scale, Gintoki would probably take the cake on this one. Yes, he can see that the boy's wings look injured. And yes, Vegeta himself has also puked because of the same thing when he first arrived here. But hell if he fucking cares right about now.
He takes the scarf, wipes the vomit the best he can off his shirt, throwing it to the ground- and shooting both of them glares that would kill the faint of heart.]
Now, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that the two of you have just earned a one-way trip to hell. Who would like to go first? Luckily enough for you I'm not picky and I'm accepting requests right now. [Because he sure as hell is going to kill someone today.]
oh gin-san
That is, until the warm sensation of someone's vomit splashes and slides down his long-sleeved shirt. Not only that does it get on his scarf (because it's cold outside!), leaving him looking down in horror. But that horror only lasts a moment before that death glare is turned now on Gintoki.]
[His fists are shaking. He's so unbelievably angry that he's speechless for a moment. He doesn't know whether to kill him or her first, but if you were going on the humiliating scale, Gintoki would probably take the cake on this one. Yes, he can see that the boy's wings look injured. And yes, Vegeta himself has also puked because of the same thing when he first arrived here. But hell if he fucking cares right about now.
He takes the scarf, wipes the vomit the best he can off his shirt, throwing it to the ground- and shooting both of them glares that would kill the faint of heart.]
Now, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that the two of you have just earned a one-way trip to hell. Who would like to go first? Luckily enough for you I'm not picky and I'm accepting requests right now. [Because he sure as hell is going to kill someone today.]