[The cacophony of Gintoki's misdeeds rattles the cabinets lining the walls of Takasugi's path. A single bubble, clinging unknown in his hair, pops in the disturbance. He's covered in a sheen of soap, scented like a 'spring breeze', and still skulking around.
Pointedly, not in the direction of Gintoki's strangled cry.
Maybe a slime ate him.
Deserved.
Even as chairs shake and slide across the floor, his search continues undaunted. Slimes of the wrong color are dismissed entirely, nudged aside violently but not slain. He's out of patience for even that much-
As he turns around, the corner of the room populated by numerous small, squeaking things, he sees it. A glimmer of pink! Several islands stand between him and the key to escape. It darts behind one, leaving an acidic slop in its wake that begins to steam and erode the floor.
Takasugi rushes it, completely disregarding whatever the hell is going on with Gintoki.]
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Pointedly, not in the direction of Gintoki's strangled cry.
Maybe a slime ate him.
Deserved.
Even as chairs shake and slide across the floor, his search continues undaunted. Slimes of the wrong color are dismissed entirely, nudged aside violently but not slain. He's out of patience for even that much-
As he turns around, the corner of the room populated by numerous small, squeaking things, he sees it. A glimmer of pink! Several islands stand between him and the key to escape. It darts behind one, leaving an acidic slop in its wake that begins to steam and erode the floor.
Takasugi rushes it, completely disregarding whatever the hell is going on with Gintoki.]