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“Here’s your strawberry milkshake as well, Sakata-san.”
Blushing like a high school girl, he chuckled and took it from the man wearing the apron. His voice was pretty high-pitched. “Thanks a bunch!”
As Gintoki turned around, he encountered a familiar, yet very confused face. In front of him stood a man in uniform with shoulder-long black hair and dull dark eyes. The silver-haired man’s teeth flashed in a smile and he was in a pretty good mood. “Oh! It’s what’s-his-face!”
“IT’S YAMAZAKI! YAMAZAKI, DAMN IT! JUST HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!”
But Gin just laughed it off and closed his eyes. “Ah, yes. Sorry, sorry! What a nice surprise to see you here!”
“What a nice surprise?! I’m working here, dammit! You’re in the Shinsengumi cafeteria for God’s sake! Of course, you’d meet me here! The question is: what are you doing here?!”
His teeth flashed again and now he seemed pretty cocky as well. “Nuffing, just visiting.”
The Shinsengumi spy really didn’t know how to respond to that. Both men were standing at the end of the line at the Shinsengumi cafeteria’s food counter. The canteen was pretty bustling, it was lunchtime after all. Yamazaki was holding a tablet with curry rice on it. He had just finished his order and got his plate. Seemed like he had been in line just in front of Gintoki, but that sorry bastard had ignored him either way. He at least could have said hello. Sulking, the man in the uniform howled at the samurai in the white yukata.
“You can’t get food here! You’re not even working here!”
“’Course I can!” Gin spat back. “If I pay taxes for your sorry asses, I have the right to eat at your place, too! You’re leeching off on good-hearted citizens anyway!”
“You’re not even paying taxes! Besides, why would you want to eat here of all places?”
“Well, it’s free food and our fridge was empty, so…”
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