[ she figures he must mean ban. no one who was as gentle with masamune as he had just been would have uttered such a word at the man and mean it. and while olivia has no real opinion on ban just yet (she'd been too preoccupied by her worry for the other man), she trusts gintoki enough that if anyone could anger him like this, it must be deserved.
so she just nods quietly, taking the advice in stride.
she watches some of the color drain back into masamune's face; the concoction is working, but it's slow goings, considering he isn't manually ingesting it himself.
after a moment, she holds the vial out towards the silver-haired man. ]
no subject
so she just nods quietly, taking the advice in stride.
she watches some of the color drain back into masamune's face; the concoction is working, but it's slow goings, considering he isn't manually ingesting it himself.
after a moment, she holds the vial out towards the silver-haired man. ]
How's your head?
[ she heard you fall on it, after all. ]