A long yawn sounded in the busy streets of Edo, as Okita lazily made his way through his patrol rounds. It was quite obvious that the young man had no actual motivation for his duties, the way he dangerously flung around his sheathed sword proving his deliberate immature tendencies. It was then when he spotted a familiar bed of permed silver hair. "Well if isn't Yorozuya's danna~" A grin played his lips as he trailed over to said man. "I see you're hauling around a monster. What, is that a hobby of yours lately? A trend, maybe? Is it a fad to take monsters on walks now?"
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A disgruntled expression sat menacingly upon Gokudera Hayato's quarter Japanese, three quarters Italian features, as he walked around with confusion also settling upon his face. "What the hell is this place?" he muttered as he stuffed his hands into his pant pockets. Only about a hour ago, he found himself in a different... world.