[Once Sakamoto is done throwing up, the sound of Gintoki taking up the cause of emptying his bladder starts once more. True, it had briefly stopped as Sakamoto startled him and the flow suddenly, hopefully, cut out -- but now, in the quiet, there's just the steady sound of relief hitting the porcelain urinal. A single sound in the stillness, like a songbird in the quiet of an early morning, if that songbird had to take the longest leak of it's life.
. . . do birds do number 1? Do they have number 1 and 2, or is it both together, making something like a 3? He'll wonder. And then--]
More like, there's crap on the crap that's on the floor.
[Tatsuma, where the hell did you just come from? ]
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. . . do birds do number 1? Do they have number 1 and 2, or is it both together, making something like a 3? He'll wonder. And then--]
More like, there's crap on the crap that's on the floor.
[Tatsuma, where the hell did you just come from? ]