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[kijimatako]

{i put my high heels on so i'm closer to god}

(give a girl a gun, kill a man for a day. give a girl a purpose, and she'll crush men under the stiletto heel of her boot for eternity.)

Matako Kijima is not a nice girl.

This is a well known fact throughout school -- nay, throughout town. Matako Kijima is a Olympic-level sharpshooter and has the attitude to match. Matako Kijima will sling "fuck you's" and "shithead's" faster than any boy and she will sneer until your ego has been ground into the metaphorical dirt.

What is less well-known though, perhaps, is the extent of Matako's loyalty. How far she will go for her friends. What is less well-known is why she has ground as many men's egos into the dirt as she has (because a girlfriend of hers had come crying to her about jilted love) or why she has threatened as many nice girls as she has (because said supposedly "nice girl" had actually backstabbed a friend she really cared about). If they did know, then well, maybe Matako wouldn't be painted with as much monster mythos than she is. If they did know, then maybe Matako wouldn't feel so much obligation wearing the monster's skin as she does.

For now, she's steeling her nerves (polishing the stiletto heels of her boots, packing power into her punch) as she marches into the lair of yet another boy who's scorned the love of a woman, guns ablazing (not literally, for once). This guy's name is Takasugi Shinsuke, and he runs a gang of thugs -- but she's got a lion's heart and a champion's resolve, so she stomps through this wasteland, this rogues gallery, easy, breezy, beautiful. Hey, an intent to kill is a girl's best make-up, after all.

"Takasugi Shinsuke," she announces to the room. "Where are you, hiding? After you fucked around with my friend's heart and left her crying in the lurch?" She scoffed. "Come out here and meet me like a man."

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Sometimes you can't tell just by meeting someone | Matako and Gintoki

"That’ll be five dollars."

Man, all these fancy gelatos and what not these days are pricey as heck. Digging out his wallet, Gintoki hands over the money for the ice cream and takes his purchase from the salesgirl, turning on his heels and making his way through the mall as he enjoys the sweet treat. It turns out these fancy gelatos are kind of worth the cash, since it tastes good, but that’s something that Gintoki has problems coming to terms to every single time he treats himself to one. His wallet doesn’t need any help emptying itself out, to be perfectly honest.

Still, he’d come here for an easy job and he’d gotten paid, so what better way to reward himself for a hard day’s work than grab an ice cream on the way back, right?

So there he is, walking through the mall, arm slung through the front of his yukata with the empty sleeve hanging down from his shoulders, when something out the corner of his eye catches his attention. That woman, heading up the escalator. Her skirt is so short he thinks he can almost catch a glimpse of her panties. Ooh la la.

Of course, the age old lesson is to watch where you’re going, or accidents are going to happen. Unfortunately for Gintoki, this is one of those times. The next thing he knows, he’s walking right smack into someone and oops, there goes the ice cream, all over the chest of said girl’s outfit.

"Oi! Don’t you look where you’re going?!" Its almost as if he’s forgotten he wasn’t looking ahead himself.

He’s a little too distraught about the ice cream to be reasonable.

[kijimatako]

Saturday afternoon means one thing for Matako -- going to the mall with her small gaggle of girlfriends, giggling at every poor unfashionable soul, and effectively making all male or female clientele feel uncomfortable. They're generally a menace to society, but it's not as if Matako cares. You could do worse than find a group of friends you really care about and then go around town causing trouble with them. It's refreshing, really.

Today, however, she's a little distracted. There's not quite so much rose in her cheek, or pep in her step, and the girls definitely notice. Emiko even goes so far as to start whispering about it behind her back until Matako snaps at her and the girl immediately shuts her trap. Mari just outright asks, with a bored yawn, "Mou, what is it, Kijima, a boy? This isn't like you."

"No, it's not," she insists, though a certain gang leader with a languid look, fluid fingers, and jet-black hair keeps drifting into the forefront of her mind. She takes one of her pigtails between her fingers and starts twirling it. "That would be ridiculous. Why would I ever get ditzy because of a boy?"

"No one said that you would get ditzy -- "

"Good," she says, wheeling around, "because I'm not."

What happens next must be some kind of divine comedy, because she sees her friends' mouths open in horror before it happens -- turning back around, and walking straight into someone else.

As if it couldn't be horrific enough, she felt something squelch down the front of her shirt. 

"Oi! Don't you look where you're going?!" she hears a gruff voice say, but her eyes are trained on the splotches of pink ice cream dribbling down her favorite shirt instead. Lifting her head, she shoots this white-haired, permed, lazy-looking asshole one of her most acidic looks and shouts, "Look where I'm going?! Why do you pay attention to what's in front of you! Look what you've done!" As if to emphasize the horrid nature of his crimes, she stomps down one heeled foot. "This shirt's designer!"

[kijimatako]

wanted ad: a group of high school girls for matako to essentially be the plastics with

pls and thank u

[kijimatako]

◆ ((you know i want the gintakamata. also your ask box I'm laughing))

ur not shinsuke-sama why are u here

((but LMAO YES I DO TOO <33333 we need to do a thread whether its just bickering or au running away together and leaving the takapoopy behind ;)))

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send me a "◆" if you like rping with me or want to someday.

[kijimatako]

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[kijimatako]

( ˘ ³˘)❤ well,

"Shinsuke-sama, you did not have to come to my house. I-I didn’t want you to see me like this," she said, looking down at the sheets bunched between her fists.

Takasugi’s gaze was even, unbroken. “Matako,” he said, “you were absent from school for three days. Of course I came over to see what had happened to you.”

"I’m sorry I hadn’t told you earlier that I was out with the flu, Shinsuke-sama…I didn’t want to worry you…"

He scoffed. “Me? Worried?” He took a drag on his cigarette. “Like I have to worry about you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “If you weren’t worrying, why did you bring me soup?”

He waved a hand nonchalantly, but couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. “Isn’t that the kind of gesture one does? Like a get-well card or something frivolous like that.”

She bites her bottom lip — because she understands. That neither can say something like I care so easily, but can do so through the course of their actions. One and the same, they are. A quiet smile lifts her lips, and, grasping his hand between her own, she kisses it gently, head bent down in gratitude.

"Shinsuke-sama," she murmurs, "thank you."

[kijimatako]

( ˘ ³˘)❤

(ooc: I KNEW U TWO WOULD FREAKING SHOW UP)

There’s nothing Matako hated more than lazy, unmotivated men lounging around, which is why Sakata Gintoki lingering on her doorstep was an unwelcome sight.

She’d almost slammed the door in his face, but something stayed her hand. Instead she opted for biting out, “What the fuck are you doing at my house at three am in the morning.”

"Ahh? ‘Zat where ‘m?" He blinks his bleary eyes once or twice, glancing at his surroundings. "N’wonder ‘m seeing pigs instead’f babes."

She resists the urge to punch him flat out in the face, and instead sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re fucking drunk, aren’t you. Shinsuke-sama would be appalled. He doesn’t need terrible influences like you in his life.”

But she keeps the door open, lets him stumble onto her couch, and take one of her fleece blankets hostage for the night. Before she goes back to sleep herself, she checks in on him — just like this, curled up and sleeping off too many drinks, he seems harmless. She finds herself thinking, hey, he’s not so bad. She leans down to brush some silver curls out of his face, and in an odd fit of affection, softly kisses the top of his head.

To her horror, Gintoki stirs beneath her and slurs, “I knew y’always had th’ hots f’r me.”

She grabs the nearest pillow and slams it down on his face, hearing a satisfying urk sounding from underneath. ”Go the fuck back to sleep, you perv.”

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Send me a ( ˘ ³˘)❤ and I'll generate a number and give your character a kiss.

1. The Forehead Kiss 

The forehead kiss usually means that you are just friends. Depending on how it is planted, it can also be used as a means of showing deep affection to a loved one. Most people use use it as a starter kiss when they meet someone new, to express that they like them.

2. The Eskimo Kiss

 It is commonly used by children and parents as an indication of affection. It involves rubbing your nose against your loved nose back and forth. This type of kiss has its origin from the Eskimo, hence the name Eskimo kiss.

3. The Hand Kiss

It is given by gently grasping someone’s hand by the fingers and kissing the back side. The hand kiss demonstrates respect, adoration and kindness.

4. The Cheek Kiss

This is a closed mouth kiss on someone’s cheeks. This kiss can be used to flirt, to pass a friendly greeting or to say goodbye to someone you love.

5. The Peck

The peck is a short tight lipped kiss on the lips or cheeks. It is used as an expression of friendship. A peck can also spark romance between two people. 

6. The Angel Kiss

This kiss involves kissing someone gently on the eyelids or on a spot near the eyes using the lips. This type of kiss indicates deep affection and is mostly used when saying goodbye to someone or when waking up a loved one.

[kijimatako]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"haahhhhh?"

she scowls at the robot yelling her, but blushes once an answer pops into her head.

inside shinsuke-sama's pants.