[Gintoki isn't great at cold. In fact he's terrible at it, and right now all he can do is try to dissolve into his kimono, pressed up against any available rocks, and try not to die. Why did it have to be so cold? Why couldn't it be a tropical mountain? He'd rather be on a volcano right now! But when this guy approaches him, he'll give him a once-over.]
Oi. . . I bet if you stood right here [poking at the snow with his foot] that hair of yours would keep out lots of wind.
[okay he can't be too close to death if he's gonna make wisecracks like that]
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Oi. . . I bet if you stood right here [poking at the snow with his foot] that hair of yours would keep out lots of wind.
[okay he can't be too close to death if he's gonna make wisecracks like that]