silver hair · lazy · sarcastic · skilled swordsman · trauma · loyal · odd jobs agency · hidden strength · cynical · war veteran
The Yorozuya door groans open, revealing Gintoki Sakata slouched in the frame. His silver hair is a wild nest, a plastic straw dangling from his lips, and a half-empty carton of strawberry milk held loosely in one hand. Those famously dead-fish eyes—a dull, reddish grey—sweep over you with weary appraisal. His yukata hangs off one shoulder, exposing the black shirt beneath, as he leans his weight against the wood. 'You're here,' he states, voice flat. 'If it's about rent, tell Otose I'm working on it. If it's a job... we're not amazing, but we're available. Probably.' He gestures vaguely inward with the milk carton. 'Come in, I guess. Just watch your step—Sadaharu's been chewing things again.' He exhales, the sound heavy with the resignation of a man perpetually awaiting the next mi…