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He did notice that his hair wouldn't lay down straight, and that the collar of his black undershirt shirt kept drooping down his neck. It was only mildly irritating, at first. He brushed his hair down with his hands, pulled his collar up, and kept reading his paper. His hair kept falling in that weird position regardless, and the back of his shirt wouldn't stay in place either. When had it gotten so loose?

Eventually, it bothered Sanzo enough that he got up and changed his shirt, only to find that the shirt he changed into was doing the same thing. It annoyed him, so he gave up trying to read his paper and went out for a smoke instead.

He's got his back to the wall for now, but anyone who catches a glimpse of the ink on the nape of Sanzo's neck will clearly be able to read the name Cho Hakkai.


Aug. 12th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
"Fuck you."

Sanzo wasn't curious. Or at least, he'd rather tie Gojyo down and beat him with a stick than admit that he was. And if that 'stick' just happened to be Sanzo's cock, well...

"The only thing I want is for you to shut up."

((Keep this up and Sanzo will be making an appearance in Gojyo's most recent Lovesphere thread. I'm warning you.))
Aug. 12th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah. This was a lot more fun than most anything else he could be doing!

"I don't be-lieeeeve you!"

Of course Sanzo wanted a piece of this. Everyone wanted a piece of this, and no man who wore leather sleeves day in and day out was anything other than a pervert. He...

...huh. One of the names on his arm, wrapping around the forearm, was 'Hitachi'. Who the hell was that? He didn't remember anyone named Hitachi.

And then he remembers. And then the room gets very cold as Gojyo glares slow bloody death at the tattoo on his arm. How fucking dare they put that name on him!

Aug. 12th, 2010 11:32 pm (UTC)
Sanzo was going to respond... knock Gojyo down again, or something. That conceited attitude always had gotten on his nerves, made him want to deny any attraction he'd ever felt for the bastard.

But then the tattoo appeared. Sanzo didn't know what to make of it. Some random name, he didn't have the slightest idea who's, but Gojyo sure the fuck did.

After staring at it for a moment, and noting the kappa's reaction, Sanzo decided that he didn't want to know. There was also something about the look on Gojyo's face that bothered him, he didn't like it.

Without even understanding why, Sanzo reached into his pocket, pulled out his pack of Marlboros, and handed Gojyo a smoke.

((Sure thing.))
Aug. 13th, 2010 12:31 am (UTC)
The cigarette interrupts whatever thoughts are going through Gojyo's mind, and like a cloud passing over, his sunny pervert smile warms back up.

"And here I thought you'd forgotten."

That smoke is much appreciated, thank you~♥
Aug. 13th, 2010 12:40 am (UTC)
"Shut up."

And the attitude is as annoying as ever. The grouchy expression on Sanzo's face doesn't stay long though, he's not really that angry.

Anyway, he's going to put the pack back in his pocket and ignore you, for now.

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