Wow, was that ever an epic fail last time I tried an Author's Note type thing.
Anyways, I won't keep you long, now.
Just so you know, the potatoes is a thing between me and Rinny
it's funny, and it worked, so I added it into this story.
/does not own Gintama or any characters.
"Kinky, more like it," Gin replied, running his fingers through his hair. "Take a look in the mirror, Zura, what're you trying to grow, potatoes?" he leaned over to Katsura and took a few strands in between his fingers. The black hair was so silky, almost like a girl's hair.
"Yes, Gintoki, I'm growing potatoes in my hair."
He didn't sound anything like a girl, though.
Gin scratched his chin, studying the other. Katsura looked extra glum today. "What, cat got your tongue?"
He was given a glare, "You idiot, you say that to someone who isn't talking. I replied last, so I would say it to you," Katsura, looking down at his feet, continued, "you're such a moron sometimes."
Still holding onto his hair, Gin scooted forwards under his right thigh was pressed against Katsura's left thigh, "But you love me because I'm a moron, right?" he asked cheerfully, wrapping his fingers around the hair and lightly tugging on it.
The words that would best describe the look Katsura gave him was "Death Glare". "Okay, so you still like me even though I'm a moron?" Nothing. "Tolerate me?"
It was hard to think up good, Gin-like things to say, with his legs touching Zura's. The unwanted subject that slinked into of some of those really long bathroom sessions was sitting against him, and he didn't really have any idea what to say. He could feel Zura's body heat sinking through the cloth of their clothes and into his own body.
"I suppose in a way. I mean, I don't hate you," was Katsura's reply. It wasn't as angry and as loud as earlier. "You don't make it very easy to love you."
