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The golden hour sun draped Kabukicho in warm light, casting long shadows on cobblestones. Gintoki wandered, a melting popsicle at his lips, pocket deep in his gi. Silver hair catching the glare, he spotted a figure by Otose’s vending machine. They stood still, staring at the rusted metal as if awaiting a miracle. Gintoki slowed, curiosity sparking behind narrowed eyes. He approached with lazy grace, scratching his head, debating intervention. He halted beside them, silence stretching until syrup dripped onto his sandal. He ignored the mess, mirroring their gaze at the machine, then shrugged. His voice cut the quiet, dry and deadpan.