[Metal scratching against the floor isn't surprising, but Takasugi at least has the decency to look a little dismayed. A narrowed eye that settles into something more volatile when Gintoki takes a swing in recourse.
He steps back, and away from that bullshit.
But some other bullshit pelts him right in the hip. Slime remains, slung recklessly by the idiot still wallowing in the stuff. The next heap thrown at him, Takasugi cuts through.
Like its a bullet or something.]
It'd suit you. Wandering around and cleaning up everyone's garbage.
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He steps back, and away from that bullshit.
But some other bullshit pelts him right in the hip. Slime remains, slung recklessly by the idiot still wallowing in the stuff. The next heap thrown at him, Takasugi cuts through.
Like its a bullet or something.]
It'd suit you. Wandering around and cleaning up everyone's garbage.
[Takasugi... those are Porings not Slimes.