Obscure character, GO!

[underthepines]

Mundane-san, I admire your dedication to scholarship in this instance, but truly, it's not necessary. I've done my part - the future is in their hands, now.

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[cakefesta]

[he's sprawled out across a bench, arm flung out across the back of it, ankle resting on his knee as he munches on a double chocolate chip cookie]

[when he catches sight of the figure in front of him, he freezes, eyes slowly going wide as his muscles tense]

[self-delusion had always been Gintoki's specialty, and it's with that that he convinces himself that he must have somehow fallen asleep -- and at least, he thinks bitterly, the cookie box made it into the dream as well]

[and really, how goddamn cliche is this scenario? sitting on a bench when a person dear to you, long-dead, comes and sits in front of you and imbues you with wisdom and old sayings and leaves you to ponder their meanings upon awakening. his subconscious needed some creativity lessons, that's for damn sure.]

[but the more he thinks about it, the more he can admit to himself that his dreams have rarely taken such pleasant and peaceful turns]

[so it's with a sharp yet weary stare that he watches (what's supposed to be) sensei, and with tense movements that he lowers his other foot off of his knee to the ground]

all my joy \o/

[underthepines]

[Sorry, no mystical sayings. Not yet, anyway. Just a quiet smile.]

Gintoki.

that's my line. and i'm sorry for lack of decent icons.

[cakefesta]

[he wants (oh god oh how he wants) to embrace him, to bury his face in his teacher's shoulder and breathe in the scent of sandalwood and ink that was almost all that remained of his childhood memories (because even sensei's face had started to blur in his mind, melted by fire and marred by dirt)]

[he'd never frozen up like this during the war. in the heat of battle, he'd reacted to and with the others around him with little to no thought as to why he was doing it -- he'd had to protect them]

[but now, in front of the one man who protected him (in front of the one thing he couldn't protect), his own body has betrayed him]

[and when he finally, finally manages to find his voice, his voice is rough and scratchy, not even close to what he wants it to sound like]

[and all he can even say is--]

Got a lot of cookies here. There's eight in this box.

[a pause]

...Seven, now, I guess.

mutual joy!

[underthepines]

[a small, amused smile]

Do you mind if I have one?