[ For awhile now, Gintoki has been keeping a careful eye on the oden cart that is adjacent to his parfait shop— a place that he wouldn't exactly call work because it's nothing like the work he had back home. Making parfaits? It was simple enough, but his health was endangered since he constantly ate what he created throughout the day. It's a day where either he has already closed for the day or a day when he was not working that he finds himself wandering to the oden cart. Different people (or the same person-- it was hard to tell cause they all looked the same) kept coming here and being noisy like they were having a good time, maybe it was time for him to try it too.
After all, Gintoki wasn't having the best of time seeing as he has been separated from what he had sworn to protect: the people of Edo; his friends.
He plops down, the sound of wood clanking against wood being heard as his bokken clatters against the seat. He knows very well that Chibita just serves oden and beer here, but alas, he cannot resist giving the stranger a hard time: ]
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Date: 2017-12-01 02:53 am (UTC)It's a day where either he has already closed for the day or a day when he was not working that he finds himself wandering to the oden cart. Different people (or the same person-- it was hard to tell cause they all looked the same) kept coming here and being noisy like they were having a good time, maybe it was time for him to try it too.
After all, Gintoki wasn't having the best of time seeing as he has been separated from what he had sworn to protect: the people of Edo; his friends.
He plops down, the sound of wood clanking against wood being heard as his bokken clatters against the seat. He knows very well that Chibita just serves oden and beer here, but alas, he cannot resist giving the stranger a hard time: ]
Oi, pops. Give me a soft serve.