Gintoki was not particularly resistant to a few trivial antics, so he carefully laid his magazine aside when Hijikata beckoned him to come. Back in the room, Kagura was snuggled asleep behind a broken sliding door with Okita unconscious on the other side. Shinpachi had helplessly dozed off under the make-belief safety of his futon while Kondo was nowhere to be found. The inn was quiet as they stepped through the backdoor while pulling their outer layers closer to their bodies.
The two figures stood silently side by side, insignificant in size within the inn's boundaries amongst the continuing expanse of snow. At times the bare landscape could be unsettling, but the beauty of nature never failed to fascinate. Rather than observing and taking it all in, Gintoki merely watched with the same faint smile he wears when cherry blossoms drift into his wine cup. Hijikata blew out a puff of smoke as he removed his cigarette from his lips; the familiar grey swirls melting in with the snow that slowly fell over them.
A/N: Way too subtle? Incomplete even as drabblish one-shot? Whatever it is, please let me know what you think/ felt because my own satisfaction is never enough :) Thanks for reading!