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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. 20th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
Of all the things he could have shared about his predecessor, the man chooses this one. Tenpou remembers the time Goku had folded up a bunch of Konzen's important documents into paper planes, much to the god's extreme distress.

Tenpou laughs jovially.

"And did you help him make them?"
Aug. 20th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
It's a telling point of his master's personality that he made paper airplanes. With just one example Sanzo has already shown that his master wasn't a serious monk. Or at least, not a normal one. The fact that they were orange means something too.

"No." He never had helped make them. "But I used to watch them fly. It has to happen outside, on a clear day."
Aug. 21st, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
"Of course it does," Tenpou says, nodding in agreement. "The orange stands out best against a lucid blue background."

He puffs on his cigarette, looking quite professorial as he says, "Did he teach you this? Your predecessor was a very wise man, I can tell."
Aug. 21st, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
"Yeah, he was."

Sanzo could still remember the day it happened, and how his Master had talked about the opposites complimenting each other. Koumyou saw things that most people completely overlooked, found beauty in things that other people believed to be meaningless. He had even placed value in a wretched, discarded child.

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