[Gintoki could feel his chest squeezing uselessly, air just not finding it's way into his lungs. At first, he barely registers that someone has leaned over to him, but it's actually the stupid pun that has him looking over, wheezing futilely, hand at his throat. There's a pained expression on his face, but it's mixed with something else in his eyes. Surprise, maybe, even a startled look.
. . . and just as quickly as it started, the wheezing, the coughing . . . stops? A distressed look, then, he'll shake just a little and finally squeeze his eyes shut --
And cough, hard. It's painful, really. But the half-chewed pieces of strong-smelling cake that hit Mordecai's face wetly are hint enough that he's now out of danger.
Gintoki takes an enormous breath, doubling over and putting a hand to his side, muttering quietly, hoarsely.]
I-I bruised something . . . A-ah, I must've, I definitely bruised something. . . seriously hurts. . .
no this is how you make friends let me show you
. . . and just as quickly as it started, the wheezing, the coughing . . . stops? A distressed look, then, he'll shake just a little and finally squeeze his eyes shut --
And cough, hard. It's painful, really. But the half-chewed pieces of strong-smelling cake that hit Mordecai's face wetly are hint enough that he's now out of danger.
Gintoki takes an enormous breath, doubling over and putting a hand to his side, muttering quietly, hoarsely.]
I-I bruised something . . . A-ah, I must've, I definitely bruised something. . . seriously hurts. . .