[After being a trapped in a lab full of subhuman Amanto for potentially hours with one of the people you hate most, most would go for a drink. Takasugi, however, is going to find whoever coined the phrase "better late than never" and murder them.
He'd rather search for the slime himself; Gintoki's belated realization and attempt at cooperation is nothing more than a burden.
All that shouting sends a few of the creatures quivering away, sliding their amorphous bodies into the crevices between equipment.
How many are back there?
Facing an appliance that resembles a dishwasher (maybe it is one), Takasugi pauses only to see what colors ooze from beneath it. Pink? Or is that rose gold? Are they that specific?
Fuck it. He's destroying the damn thing. At least a dozen slimes jiggle into their usual shape, several pink ones among the group.
And, all at once, every single one of them blows a flurry of bubbles at his face, ostensibly for disturbing their abode.]
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He'd rather search for the slime himself; Gintoki's belated realization and attempt at cooperation is nothing more than a burden.
All that shouting sends a few of the creatures quivering away, sliding their amorphous bodies into the crevices between equipment.
How many are back there?
Facing an appliance that resembles a dishwasher (maybe it is one), Takasugi pauses only to see what colors ooze from beneath it. Pink? Or is that rose gold? Are they that specific?
Fuck it. He's destroying the damn thing. At least a dozen slimes jiggle into their usual shape, several pink ones among the group.
And, all at once, every single one of them blows a flurry of bubbles at his face, ostensibly for disturbing their abode.]