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[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & Others | CLOSED
What: Catch-All for July/August/September
When: July 16th - September
Where: Nadril, Olympia, Wyver
Warning(s): Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Content, TBA

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[shikomizue]

[Takasugi may not be able to sway his body - not even a twitch of his own will registering in his fingertips or in a smile uncharacteristically soft for his features. He can, however, feel every damn thing that transpires. The scent of alcohol on Gintoki's breath, the music lilting in the distance...

The scene is set, whether he wants to be a part of it or not.

Unable to tug even his gaze where he wishes, Takasugi watches the swell of Gintoki's jaw. The rigidity of his shoulders, as the disparity of what's happening and who is doing it dawns on him.

He's thankful to be pushed away. With any luck, Gintoki will share in his disgust, and put a stop to his. Put him down-

A sigh is the only response Gintoki receives. The hands that had been wrapped around the man's waist rise to cup his wrist, one on each side. With the other's palm firmly in his grasp, he nuzzles fingertips and knuckles, pressing a small kiss to the nearest to his mouth with a lingering stare.

That serene smile still plastered on his face.]

[yorozuya]

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell? What was that? Was this happening? Gintoki's thoughts devolve quickly as the other chooses to cradle his hand and tenderly kiss it instead of utter another sort of reply. His heart begins to race, and the man attempts to rip his wrist from his grasp.

That smile was creeping him out. It didn't belong on that face! Was this actually Takasugi? It couldn't be- Had some weird specter decided to take the worst possible form it could manage?

When he is unable to wrench his wrist from the other's grasp, he decides to introduce a knee into the other's abdomen. The action is a little awkward from the position Gintoki was in, and knocks him a off-balance - but he's simply just attempting to scrape his way out of this little awkward encounter.]

Your ears blocked? Oi, oi! You got shit in your ears? Do I need to speak louder??

[shikomizue]

[Whatever response the spirit had expected, it wasn't revulsion. Arm ripped away, the smile across Takasugi's face falters. Sinks into something that looks like a glower on him, only because he doesn't wear earnesty well.

All while he's reaching out, grabbing that wrist again. More desperately this time, to hold the back of Gintoki's hand to his cheek. The warmth there is suffocating, especially the blush of red that lingers after.

He prefers the sharp pain in the gut Gintoki inflicts. A free shot, one he'll remember, but won't avenge. His figure doubles over, coughing voicelessly - it's not enough to stop him - Takasugi's banking on Gintoki's continued repelling.

From his lowered position, the specter reaches up. Both arms outstretched, closing in for a hug that would drape his forearms over the man's shoulders. A kiss follows, mouth to mouth, if he gets that far.

Even with the acrid taste of a surge of stomach acid in his mouth, raised through his throat by that blow.

Maybe if his body pukes, it'll stop.

But if there's one thing the spirit and Takasugi seem to have in common, it's tenacity.]