[Being thrown against a wall doesn't really help, and Gintoki manages to get way too much barf on himself. He'll do his best to let his body take it's course, and then he's scooting away, trying to avoid a really unpleasant smell that isn't coming from puke.
If he has to keep smelling it he'll probably barf again; the fact that it's on his clothes doesn't help at all; he's whipping off that gross shirt and well--
He'll throw it at Takasugi. The most helpful friend a drunk guy could have.]
Hnnn. . . you should've just let me sleep [blugh; he'll take a deep breath, wrinkling his nose.] . . . sleep it off, asshole.
. . . what do you even want? [He can't help but be curious. He also wants his shirt back. ]
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that isn't coming from puke.If he has to keep smelling it he'll probably barf again; the fact that it's on his clothes doesn't help at all; he's whipping off that gross shirt and well--
He'll throw it at Takasugi. The most helpful friend a drunk guy could have.]
Hnnn. . . you should've just let me sleep [blugh; he'll take a deep breath, wrinkling his nose.] . . . sleep it off, asshole.
. . . what do you even want? [He can't help but be curious. He also wants his shirt back. ]