[Closed]

[pawned]

Characters: Itou, Gintoki
Location: Supermarket
Rating: Gintoki, silver balls
Time: January 16
Description: The Yorozuya finds himself doing pro-bono work. Or something.


There was something inane about having to do his own grocery like this. He'd done so even in their world, of course, but he was still an enforcer of the law then and he walked about like the place was his territory. Now, he was just a random, crippled member of society with a definite difficulty in getting even the most basic of things done.

Having just one arm was a trial in the grocery. Itou had given up on carts and had just taken to baskets after one bump too many, but his limitation in appendage also meant doing small purchases far more frequently than he would like.

He was making one such purchase now, having run out of toxic, instant things to eat (cooking was far too difficult to master like this) and other items for the kitchen. Milk was one of these, and he rounded the corner to the milk section with the hope that no one would be there so he could peruse the aisle to his heart's content. After all, he'd only gotten to read the back of the cartons of half the brands the last time he had been here.