In a deserted vacant lot in the middle of the night. Hijikata and Gintoki, facing each other, were silent for a while. To be precise—they were looking at a man who had their own face.

Gintoki opens his mouth first.

Wow, you really look like bad luck.

Poking Hijikata's face with a finger

I didn't realize it normally, but seeing you like that makes me twice as annoyed.

Taking the pipe from his mouth and exhaling smoke.

That's my line.

Keeps poking and poking.

Hijikata-kun~ Gin-san's body doesn't smoke, you know?