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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. 17th, 2010 08:49 pm (UTC)
[Sex is a fucking messed-up thing, anyway.]
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:52 pm (UTC)
[Yeah, it is. He wishes he'd never done it at all.]
Aug. 17th, 2010 09:40 pm (UTC)
[Yeah. Even if it could feel good, the scarred names on his skin was a good reminder that he'd rather avoid it.]
Aug. 17th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)
[He's... lucky he doesn't have any scarred names like that. And it kinda pissed him off that someone who looks like him does.

But, whatever. He won't say anything about it.]
Aug. 17th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
[It's an annoying reminder that he's just human.]
Aug. 17th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
[Which is exactly the last thing he wants to be reminded about.]
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