[ Gintoki is in a different predicament because he didn't sign up for this. He's looking a bit foxy thanks to the triple moon that's going on right now, so when his name is called, he's in the middle of picking at his teeth. ]
Ah? Me? Aaa, nono. I think you have a mistake. You mean Kintoki. Surely there's a Kintoki in the house. Our names are similar..
[ Then for some reason, some reason this cute places a bid on him. Suddenly his reaction is different. A lot different. ]
[The champagne floweth at this function, and who would Hilda be if she didn't take advantage of it? Especially since some genius—some absolute genius—saw fit to plop a strawberry in each and every champagne flute. It's official: Hilda is living her best life.
So she can't be blamed for bidding on this stranger simply because she wants to touch his ears? Just like she can't be blamed for... whatever it is said stranger is doing. The auctioneer looks at him, then at her—and she holds up a single finger. One minute, please! Is this, mayhaps... the beginning of a scheme...]
Three hundred! Oh, wow. [What the fuck is "yen?" Oh, well. Enjoy her most charming smile, Gin.] Is that the best you can do? Why not go for four hundred?
[She doesn't know what yen IS, Gin! But she knows that 300... is an okay-ish amount, considering the, like, twenty Chroma she bid on him? Don't @ her.]
...Aha.
[Unimpressive, really. Sad, but she she shifts her attention back to the auctioneer.]
I'll take the ice cream, but isn't it so generous of him to offer up his own money? I mean, we're all bidding on him, and he's thinking of the people in need. What a man. [She could shed a tear, even when the auctioneer coughs and asks about the, uh, mysterious term that is yen? Which she promptly waves away.] Oh, it's Chroma. Definitely Chroma. I think he's just nervous.
[Pro: the people nearest to them are looking at Gin with what might just be admiration? Con: the auctioneer is definitely going to announce to the crowd that Gin, kindhearted as he is, has volunteered to pay 300 Chroma on top of whatever the highest bidder pays. We schemin'.]
[ On one hand, he likes all the attention that's being put on him, especially for being such a thoughtful man. His hands raise in defense, voice jumping an octave. ]
Sorry, there's a bit of a misunderstanding here..
[ He's weaseled out of stuff before. He'll.. figure it out. But first, he's gonna try a reasonable approach. ]
[Hilda oh-so calmly takes a sip of her champagne, honestly having the most fun she's had since... well, since this morning, but details. There's nothing like a good scheme! So, naturally, when he tries to wriggle out of it all, she waits for the din of the crowd to die down a bit before she (loudly) asks:]
Oh? Do you mean... you're not going to donate Chroma to the people who really, really need it?
[The disappointment... is palpable? Both from her and the crowd—and now they're all waiting to see what he has to say.]
[Aw yeah, look at that! Worked like a charm. The crowd claps, clearly pleased by this development—and Hilda shoots him a quick wink.]
Whoa! So kindhearted! I knew I picked the right man.
[A sucker. But as she stands on her tiptoes, her barely five-foot-tall self trying to recapture the auctioneer's attention over the crowd's murmuring:]
Excuse me? May I pleeeease raise my bid?
[And up her bid goes... but a solid five (5) Chroma. She's not necessarily out to snag him away from anyone who's craving that one-on-one time with him? Like, she wouldn't complain if she did, but it's all about having fun! Getting others to up their bids by pretending that he's a hot commodity! In short: Hilda is here to cause problems.]
[Dealing with the auctioneer is Gintoki's problem, sadly, because Hilda slips away into the crowd to let the bidding continue. Oh, she'll pipe up once or twice to raise her bid, still thinking about those ears, but! But. Mischief (mostly) managed.
When the bidding is over, however? When things have, ah, settled down a bit? It doesn't matter who wound up winning; Hilda still finds Gintoki in the crowd, a fresh glass of champagne in her hand as she sidles up to him.]
Sooo... [Hey, hi, allow her to calmly sip her drank.] You owe me ice cream.
[ Somehow, a psychotic clown and female JoJo ended up bidding on him. It's just a JUMP party over here. He's a little disappointed Hilda didn't end up getting him in the end, but also grateful that Hisoka didn't end up with him.. as someone naturally should be.
There's a sigh of relief, but Gintoki is helping himself to champagne. A lot of it. It's not his go to alcoholic drink, but the occasion calls for it.
When Hilda finds him in the crowd, he chokes on his drink and gives her an irritated look. ]
Oi, I don't owe you anything..!! You put me in deep trouble up there!
[ Gintoki, all of that was totally your doing. ]
What are you, aaaa? Some sort of pretty trouble maker? Do I need to Rocket Punch you back to where ever you belong?
[Did Hilda put him, like, 400 Chroma in debt? Yes. Does Hilda look all that bothered by it? Nah. She's living for this—loving that awkward choke, bud—and thus she decides to keep right on goin'.]
Punch me? [Her eyes widen in a most dramatic fashion, free hand coming to press against her chest. Quelle horreur! ] You wouldn't hit a delicate maiden after she helped you, would you?
[She thinks not, so as she tilts her head to the side, demurely looking down at her champagne glass:]
[Gintoki, you perv. Anyway, the real answer to that question is ~free ice cream~, but Hilda tilts her head to the side, humming as she pretends to consider the, like, many flavors.]
[ What Hilda doesn't know is this man is an ice cream connoisseur. Sweets are his weakness, and although he's hypoglycemic and his doctor recommends him only one parfait a week, he never listens to them.
Just talking about sugar causes his blood pressure to ease back down and not be so aggressive even if Hilda caused him trouble. ]
Strawberry. The kind that is about the color of your hair.
[ Oh hoo. Is that some kind of flirting? ]
Aaaa.. with a chocolate drizzle. It's been awhile since I've had that.
[Well, well, well. That earns him a somewhat more honest look as she straightens back up, her smile becoming a touch more playful.]
You saw right through me, hm?
[By which she means he thinks he did, and she's prepared to scheme her way out of her scheme.]
I just couldn't help myself. You looked so cute up there, but so few people were bidding... [A sad lil sigh as she looks down at her drink. Oh, woe is she!] You deserved more attention! I wanted to help, even if it did mean I would lose.
[ He's a sucker for compliments. Sue him. He's almost reeled in and even rubs the back of his neck, seeming a little coy. Just a little. ]
Well.. I haven't been getting a lot of attention since I got here. I'm used to it from being the main character.. I can understand if someone like Monkey D. L*ffy were up there but I didn't see him..
[Monkey D. What? Main character, what? Sue her for looking, like, briefly bemused, before she manages to regain control of her face.]
Ice cream, of course! Your favorite flavor sounded delicious, but I can't eat it alone. And, well...
[Goodbye, artful innocence; hello, artful sheepishness as she leans the slightest bit closer, looking for all the world like she's about to share some shameful secret.]
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Ah? Me? Aaa, nono. I think you have a mistake. You mean Kintoki. Surely there's a Kintoki in the house. Our names are similar..
[ Then for some reason, some reason this cute places a bid on him. Suddenly his reaction is different. A lot different. ]
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[ GINTOKI, WHY ARE YOU BIDDING ON HER? And why in yen? And why such a low amount? ]
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So she can't be blamed for bidding on this stranger simply because she wants to touch his ears? Just like she can't be blamed for... whatever it is said stranger is doing. The auctioneer looks at him, then at her—and she holds up a single finger. One minute, please! Is this, mayhaps... the beginning of a scheme...]
Three hundred! Oh, wow. [What the fuck is "yen?" Oh, well. Enjoy her most charming smile, Gin.] Is that the best you can do? Why not go for four hundred?
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300 yen and.. some Baagan Dash ice cream.
[ Out here doing his best. ]
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...Aha.
[Unimpressive, really. Sad, but she she shifts her attention back to the auctioneer.]
I'll take the ice cream, but isn't it so generous of him to offer up his own money? I mean, we're all bidding on him, and he's thinking of the people in need. What a man. [She could shed a tear, even when the auctioneer coughs and asks about the, uh, mysterious term that is yen? Which she promptly waves away.] Oh, it's Chroma. Definitely Chroma. I think he's just nervous.
[Pro: the people nearest to them are looking at Gin with what might just be admiration? Con: the auctioneer is definitely going to announce to the crowd that Gin, kindhearted as he is, has volunteered to pay 300 Chroma on top of whatever the highest bidder pays. We schemin'.]
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[ On one hand, he likes all the attention that's being put on him, especially for being such a thoughtful man. His hands raise in defense, voice jumping an octave. ]
Sorry, there's a bit of a misunderstanding here..
[ He's weaseled out of stuff before. He'll.. figure it out. But first, he's gonna try a reasonable approach. ]
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Oh? Do you mean... you're not going to donate Chroma to the people who really, really need it?
[The disappointment... is palpable? Both from her and the crowd—and now they're all waiting to see what he has to say.]
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[ I better get to ****ing to pay all of this, damn you!! You better be helping with this cause!! ]
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Whoa! So kindhearted! I knew I picked the right man.
[A sucker. But as she stands on her tiptoes, her barely five-foot-tall self trying to recapture the auctioneer's attention over the crowd's murmuring:]
Excuse me? May I pleeeease raise my bid?
[And up her bid goes... but a solid five (5) Chroma. She's not necessarily out to snag him away from anyone who's craving that one-on-one time with him? Like, she wouldn't complain if she did, but it's all about having fun! Getting others to up their bids by pretending that he's a hot commodity! In short: Hilda is here to cause problems.]
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Gintoki is visibly sweating right now. Damn. Also why is he blushing!! This is the worst thing ever.
You better make this worth it after this.
Gintoki, don't think that way. This isn't prostitution at all. He's the worst. ]
Ooooi, Auctioneer-san. Are we done now? My gracious heart and wallet can't take this anymore.
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When the bidding is over, however? When things have, ah, settled down a bit? It doesn't matter who wound up winning; Hilda still finds Gintoki in the crowd, a fresh glass of champagne in her hand as she sidles up to him.]
Sooo... [Hey, hi, allow her to calmly sip her drank.] You owe me ice cream.
[No take-backs, SIR.]
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There's a sigh of relief, but Gintoki is helping himself to champagne. A lot of it. It's not his go to alcoholic drink, but the occasion calls for it.
When Hilda finds him in the crowd, he chokes on his drink and gives her an irritated look. ]
Oi, I don't owe you anything..!! You put me in deep trouble up there!
[ Gintoki, all of that was totally your doing. ]
What are you, aaaa? Some sort of pretty trouble maker? Do I need to Rocket Punch you back to where ever you belong?
[ WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT. ]
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Punch me? [Her eyes widen in a most dramatic fashion, free hand coming to press against her chest. Quelle horreur! ] You wouldn't hit a delicate maiden after she helped you, would you?
[She thinks not, so as she tilts her head to the side, demurely looking down at her champagne glass:]
A pretty maiden. Do you really want me to leave?
[Flirting with old men, Hilda? For shame.]
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Not unless she asked me to.
[ He really can't have a conversation without eluding to sexual matters, it seems. ]
... What's your favorite kind of ice cream?
[ He's easily persuaded, truly. ]
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Probably... peach? Peach sorbet. [Fancy.] Yours?
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Just talking about sugar causes his blood pressure to ease back down and not be so aggressive even if Hilda caused him trouble. ]
Strawberry.
The kind that is about the color of your hair.
[ Oh hoo. Is that some kind of flirting? ]
Aaaa.. with a chocolate drizzle. It's been awhile since I've had that.
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Ooh, that does sound good. Messy, though. [Winku.] And rich. I'm not sure if I could finish something like that by myself...
[Hint, hint, sir.]
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You're really just trying to run me dry, aren't you?
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[Doe-eyed innocence, because hey, now. She is but an innocent, pretty maiden, tantalized by the thought of ice cream... there is no scheme here...]
Don't you like sharing? Good company makes everything taste better...
[And she's Good Company.]
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[ He has to make sure this isn't a pity date, cause he gets those so often. ]
... It wasn't a bad tactic, after all.
[ Now he's praising her even though he's the victim. See, his standoffish personality can only withstand so much when the girl is cute. ],/sub>
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You saw right through me, hm?
[By which she means he thinks he did, and she's prepared to scheme her way out of her scheme.]
I just couldn't help myself. You looked so cute up there, but so few people were bidding... [A sad lil sigh as she looks down at her drink. Oh, woe is she!] You deserved more attention! I wanted to help, even if it did mean I would lose.
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He's almost reeled in and even rubs the back of his neck, seeming a little coy. Just a little. ]
Well.. I haven't been getting a lot of attention since I got here. I'm used to it from being the main character.. I can understand if someone like Monkey D. L*ffy were up there but I didn't see him..
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Aaa, wait a moment.
You should probably just tell me what it is you're really after with me.
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Ice cream, of course! Your favorite flavor sounded delicious, but I can't eat it alone. And, well...
[Goodbye, artful innocence; hello, artful sheepishness as she leans the slightest bit closer, looking for all the world like she's about to share some shameful secret.]
I do want to touch your ears. Is that bad?
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i'm not late af, fidgey... time is fake
ur really not.. my lazy ass can take up to a week sometimes..
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