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《坂田 銀時》Sakata Gintoki ([personal profile] naturallywavy) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2019-12-04 12:07 am

( VIDEO / ACTION. ) | DEC.4TH | PEOPLE WHO SAY SANTA DOESN'T EXIST ACTUALLY WANT TO BELIEVE IN HIM

[ For those of you who may have spoted Gintoki at the charity event, they might recognize a handmade booth on the feed. Only.. it's been slightly altered. Instead of KISSING BOOTH and etc, it's been painted over with something that might be more offensive.. depending on who you are. The booth reads:

COME MEET SATAN CLAUS
15🌑️ FOR PHOTO
30🌑️ FOR WISH LIST


To boot, he's in some festive attire and looks like the most lethargic Santa Claus ever. ]


Yo, yo, yo.

[ isn't it.. ho ho ho.. ]

It's that time of year and I'm open for business. Come pay me a visit for a small fee. I know what it's like to want something so badly and not get it— it's like seeing Fri*za's final form and being awfully disappointed, so don't let that happen to you.
[ it's not very small fee at all.. he's really awful at being in character.]

Fill out your wish list.
You never know. If you've been good, you might just get what you want. I'm a busy man, so hurry it up, morons.

[ He turns his location on, and for those who actually meet him, here's a wish list to fill out. He'll be ready to transfer currency before you take a sheet: ]

HAVE YOU BEEN GOOD THIS YEAR? ANSWER YES OR NO:
NO, SERIOUSLY. HAVE YOU BEEN GOOD AT ALL OR JUST A PAIN IN THE ASS?:
WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR THE HOLIDAY? KEEP IT CHEAP:
NAME SOMEONE SPECIAL TO SPREAD HOLIDAY CHEER TOWARDS, SOMEONE WHO NEEDS IT:
YOU'VE HEARD OF ELF ON THE SHELF, BUT HAVE YOU HEARD OF..?:


immature: (imbibed where the sidewalk ends)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-05 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[he holds up his hands], looking away

Right, right! I get it. You’re some lucky macho soldier that gets laid when you’re a teenager. Don’t rub it in.

...That still doesn’t help me understand why you’re so invested in me.
immature: (from different sides)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-05 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[okay... so this guy’s just genuinely... interested in him. that’s weird, because Osomatsu doesn’t know anyone like that. except for maybe Marie, now, but, certainly, no one back home is like that. no one cares about Osomatsu’s social problems.

he rubs the back of his head, finally relenting]


I’m not... really that picky. Cute girls, guys, hell, if someone said they were interested in me, I’d give ‘em a chance.
immature: (guile to macgyver)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[oh dear. he wants names]

W-well, there’s my pal Marie, but she has a lot of suitors already, I think. [nervous laugh, but the laughter dies down as Osomatsu looks at his lap]

But. Maybe...

[he trails off]
immature: (and holes in plot twists)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[body language! third date! Osomatsu quickly shakes his head, as though he's not wanting to admit to something out loud.

he should acknowledge his crushes, but it's too scary!]
immature: (what in the world)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-06 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa, hang on! I don’t... I can’t date Marie! She’s too good for me!

[now he’s talking]

So’s Kirishima! You shouldn’t bother them about this!
immature: (with my bros in hiroshima)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-06 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[he looks really wound up now, clenching his fists. it’s as though Osomatsu is worried, scared, and why shouldn’t he be?]

I’ve been stuck on this stupid planet since July, man! The most people do is hold hands with me, and it’s never gonna go beyond that. Why? ‘cause I’m the funny guy. I’m the big joke here. I’m not cool, or smart, or strong. I just wanted...

[his eyes squeeze shut]

I just need to go home! At least back at home, I could move on with my life. I didn’t even get to graduate high school, you know? It’s like I’m stuck here, in Limbo!
immature: (they will always be a part of me)

[personal profile] immature 2019-12-06 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[great. now he’s tearing up. he sucks in a big sniff, then wipes at his nose with his sleeve]

N-no... I’m good.

[he’s not, though. he’s still angry, as evident by the pout]

I’ll bring you your stupid chroma tomorrow.

[and then he cuts out his side of the feed abruptly]