[Takasugi's focus is pinpointed on the slime, perhaps a bit more desperately than necessary - when he sees Gintoki coming, it's too late. Vault him, and he'd lose sight of the creature. Run him through...
It flickers through his mind, but this isn't the time.
All he can do is crash, hands spread to catch and disperse the shock of the fall. He's down, but it didn't hurt.
The pink slime stops, almost out of sight. It looks like... it's smiling. That little shit-
Takasugi cranes himself to sit up, both hands reaching up to shove Gintoki off of him and into the corner of a desk.] Get out of my way-
[He's not taking the bait, and Gintoki's nervous demeanor is disregarded as something that's entirely the other brat's problem. Takasugi scrambles to his feet, leaping over a table to pursue the pink slime without losing sight of it.
The slime scoots away, knocking a few of the chairs Gintoki had set as barrier over in its path. More begin to corrode, coated with the mucus the creature exudes. Whatever's in that cabinet, it's about to get out.]
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It flickers through his mind, but this isn't the time.
All he can do is crash, hands spread to catch and disperse the shock of the fall. He's down, but it didn't hurt.
The pink slime stops, almost out of sight. It looks like... it's smiling. That little shit-
Takasugi cranes himself to sit up, both hands reaching up to shove Gintoki off of him and into the corner of a desk.] Get out of my way-
[He's not taking the bait, and Gintoki's nervous demeanor is disregarded as something that's entirely the other brat's problem. Takasugi scrambles to his feet, leaping over a table to pursue the pink slime without losing sight of it.
The slime scoots away, knocking a few of the chairs Gintoki had set as barrier over in its path. More begin to corrode, coated with the mucus the creature exudes. Whatever's in that cabinet, it's about to get out.]