[Sakata Gintoki had stepped out one last time before the night fell with the simple intent of taking a piss. The cabin had begun to feel stifling, and he had assumed the change of surroundings would give both a literal and figurative breath of fresh air.
Besides, there was something enjoyable in the idea of writing his name in the snow. A small act of spite that brought him some sense of victory.
Unfortunately, by the time the albino had returned to the cabin he found the door sealed shut. No amount of shouting or banging on the door allowed the fixture to budge. He even went so far as to ram the weight of his body into the damn thing - and all he accomplished were a few annoying scrapes and a bruise to his pride.
Frustration began to drain from his being as he pressed his back up to the door of the cabin. Eyes filled with the energy akin to a dead fish surveyed his surroundings. Snow soaked into the fabric against his ass, as if only to add insult to injury. The cold nipping at his nose seemed to promise that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
It seemed this would be one pain in the ass way to go.
Gintoki pressed at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowing. The idea of being stuck was not only embarrassing, but also inconvenient. At least in action, he didn’t have to sit around and wait for his demise like someone who was waiting for the next available stall in a public restroom.
And so, he decided to retreat into his tablet. He’d remembered to bring that, but apparently couldn’t be assed to make it back into the cabin on time. Who came up with such arbitrary rules such as this anyhow? How was the cabin locked?
Was there a ghost inside, holding the door closed at his expense? Ready to drag him down to the depths of purgatory for company? Throwing a fit because it didn't agree with his idea of self-expression?
He laughed at the thought - the laugh of a man who wasn’t entirely convinced that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. His attempt at entertaining himself had only caused a spark of paranoia to grow within his heart.
Gintoki worked to turn on the video feed of his video that must faster.]
Oi. Don’t got out if you have to take a piss. Unless you follow a very strict schedule. There’s no respect for the call of nature around here, you won’t find it.
Sakata Gintoki | Gintama
[Sakata Gintoki had stepped out one last time before the night fell with the simple intent of taking a piss. The cabin had begun to feel stifling, and he had assumed the change of surroundings would give both a literal and figurative breath of fresh air.
Besides, there was something enjoyable in the idea of writing his name in the snow. A small act of spite that brought him some sense of victory.
Unfortunately, by the time the albino had returned to the cabin he found the door sealed shut. No amount of shouting or banging on the door allowed the fixture to budge. He even went so far as to ram the weight of his body into the damn thing - and all he accomplished were a few annoying scrapes and a bruise to his pride.
Frustration began to drain from his being as he pressed his back up to the door of the cabin. Eyes filled with the energy akin to a dead fish surveyed his surroundings. Snow soaked into the fabric against his ass, as if only to add insult to injury. The cold nipping at his nose seemed to promise that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
It seemed this would be one pain in the ass way to go.
Gintoki pressed at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowing. The idea of being stuck was not only embarrassing, but also inconvenient. At least in action, he didn’t have to sit around and wait for his demise like someone who was waiting for the next available stall in a public restroom.
And so, he decided to retreat into his tablet. He’d remembered to bring that, but apparently couldn’t be assed to make it back into the cabin on time. Who came up with such arbitrary rules such as this anyhow? How was the cabin locked?
Was there a ghost inside, holding the door closed at his expense? Ready to drag him down to the depths of purgatory for company? Throwing a fit because it didn't agree with his idea of self-expression?
He laughed at the thought - the laugh of a man who wasn’t entirely convinced that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. His attempt at entertaining himself had only caused a spark of paranoia to grow within his heart.
Gintoki worked to turn on the video feed of his video that must faster.]
Oi. Don’t got out if you have to take a piss. Unless you follow a very strict schedule. There’s no respect for the call of nature around here, you won’t find it.
Take this as a helpful hint.