[ Sanzo has been behaving himself, he thinks. Rather well in fact. So he doesn’t feel at all bad about grabbing Gintoki by the collar tugging hard, down towards the counter, but also close enough for a quietly spoken threat. ]
Correct me if I’m wrong, but do you want to die? No, wait. Don’t correct me. Just answer the question and-
[ Call off the order, he would have said. Except the skewers have been dropped off and the light-footed bartender is off again. How did they even get them ready so fast? Sanzo’s hand has tightened on Gintoki, and the latter probably only has a few more minutes to say or do something to keep himself from ending up on the floor. ]
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Correct me if I’m wrong, but do you want to die? No, wait. Don’t correct me. Just answer the question and-
[ Call off the order, he would have said. Except the skewers have been dropped off and the light-footed bartender is off again. How did they even get them ready so fast? Sanzo’s hand has tightened on Gintoki, and the latter probably only has a few more minutes to say or do something to keep himself from ending up on the floor. ]