[Takasugi hardly notices the collateral damage - a few chairs? He couldn't care less. His vision is tunneled on the slime, even as it darts behind tables and tries to weave into a set of drawers.
He slides right past the barricade Gintoki had set up, completely unaware.
Only when the creature bursts out, flinging furniture and fixtures all over the room, does he turn-
To slash a table out of the air before it crashes into him. It crashes and splinters on either side of him, and the pink slime coos. Mocking son of a-
Gintoki interrupts Takasugi's ire, calling his attention in a voice he hasn't heard for a decade. What's so damn urgent?
The massive slime churns, rolling over an island and consuming it whole. Takasugi watches as the structure corrodes...
Slice it open, and its guts will take care of the door.] Run!
[Off he goes, towards the way out, smaller slime forgotten. Though, he'd love to kill the little shit.]
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He slides right past the barricade Gintoki had set up, completely unaware.
Only when the creature bursts out, flinging furniture and fixtures all over the room, does he turn-
To slash a table out of the air before it crashes into him. It crashes and splinters on either side of him, and the pink slime coos. Mocking son of a-
Gintoki interrupts Takasugi's ire, calling his attention in a voice he hasn't heard for a decade. What's so damn urgent?
The massive slime churns, rolling over an island and consuming it whole. Takasugi watches as the structure corrodes...
Slice it open, and its guts will take care of the door.] Run!
[Off he goes, towards the way out, smaller slime forgotten.
Though, he'd love to kill the little shit.]