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Even though I have drafts to get to here’s a starter call?

        Yeah, run off and go play on the monkey bars or sell some cookies. I’m a very busy man with a tight pachinko playing schedule to uphold.

        Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to stare at strangers, little girl?

          The door of the samurai’s place could be heard sliding open then shut. Deeply immersed in his Jump, Gintoki spoke up without peering behind the book, assuming it was only the young Yato who entered. “Kagura how many times have I told you to stop leaving floaters in the toilet--” As he dropped his attention from the manga to his guest, a small frown set on his face. “Oh...It’s just you. Come for a visit? Hope you bought a gift for me.”

          “Denial is the first step to acceptance, kiddo. All you gotta do is look yourself in the mirror with those tacky duds on and say, ‘I will stop dressing like I belong in the nineties’ and buy me a parfait for this wonderful advice I’m giving you. I’ll take it as your apology for bumping into me.”   

        “Welcome to Yorozuya Odd Jobs where we do anything for a fee. How can I help you?”

          “Tsk, Tsk. Can you believe the crap they’re publishing?” Gintoki skimmed through the pages of a manga he picked up before directing his attention towards the terribly fashionable man. “Pink Dark Boy? Looks ridiculous! I’d rather take my chances re-reading Naruto.”