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I need to pick up threads here and with my grumpblond. >x>
Whenever I’m done having feelings on eight levels.
Reminder, self: do the thing.
I still need to check Hit and Run, but. >x> That and leftover!raid post with Kanan. The rest is yours, I think.
There really wasn't anything to do about the sigh; it'd passed his lips, directed towards this whole thing, mostly, and Genjyo didn't really figure there was enough worth or weight to give it much mind or notice. Product of what was going on, but nothing to bother addressing. Not like Goku curling against him, not like that look, that conflict of identity (which thankfully didn't seem like it was going to be much of a conflict, at this rate). More important than what to do about the sigh was, well… this.
The Sanzo would've expected that look—it'd been that ridiculous at the time, too, believe him. How was it so hard to fucking understand? But it was probably all tied back to the disconnect, so it could make sense. No less stupid. Kind of fucked up, though he wouldn't voice that part; restraining misbehaving animals came with a reason, usually, though considering the reason for Goku's behaviour in the first place from what he'd just been told? Genjyo'd probably opt to just let Goku loose on the people responsible. Not something doable right at the moment, though, possibly not at all. For now, all he could do was continue introductions, continue holding Goku, keep talking to him.
Ignore the way Goku spoke his title. Focused more on how best to give context to the names of their travelling companions. Closing his eyes, Genjyo’s mouth set in a line and he let his head tilt lazily just a bit towards a shoulder.
“Cho Hakkai is the one who's always smiling—don't trust that smile, either. Guy's a freak.” But without any malice or wariness, not much weight pulled at the description. “The roach is Sha Gojyo. Flirts, drinks, pain in the ass, argues with you constantly until I have to threaten to shoot you both.” There was something like malice, but really more like grievous amounts of annoyance. “They're both nuisances, but useful ones. Extra bodies to distract the morons coming after us.” And all of that a hefty cover up for the fact that they were something maybe possibly approaching “friends”.
Fingers curled into Goku’s hair, warm beneath those that covered his own. Kind of wanted a cigarette, just to give himself something to distract himself with. This prolonged thing was starting to make him antsy, but he could swallow it, still, for now.
aaaAAAA MOVING ICON WHY STOP THAT
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aaaAAAA MOVING ICON WHY STOP THAT
i passed it off as standing at different heights first time through, i just noticed the flat surface goku was on—
automation problems my ass he’s shorter than i am
Yeah, he's basically eternally 10. Automaton problems 'cause he's gonna keep lookin' that bitty. uxu
...th...en again: this vs this, so I dunno if... she knows how tall he is. >_>;; Since that makes it look like he's shoulder height on Goku when Goku's standing on debris but also shoulder height on Goku when they're on even surfaces?
Though it is definitely a feat to be tinier than you.
i fixed your neck i mean, don’t move too much i only did the bone
gonna make sure you’re still pretty but sorry about that arm you won’t be able to move it too well
is this on purpose or something
also reread gaiden ‘cause can’t decide on a few headcanons .-. …apparently forgot a lot of bs and apparently somehow mixed up how long kenren and tenpou knew konzen it’s been waaaay too long for this
….so, wait, they’re really keeping nataku teeny
Yup. Automaton problems, pretty much, far as I can tell.
it went here
http://youtu.be/a1vjdEfxjX8?t=3m2s
-chokes-
WELL THEN.
empyreantantamount replied to your post:And on the list of strangest things I’ve written...
….I am thinking of all the wrong things.
If your thoughts went to gay porn at all, you are correct, though.
And on the list of strangest things I've written in the narrative portion of a post: "Obviously, his ass is magical."
Due to instances in canon not limited to Sanzo trusting Goku to come to him, save his ass or parting a crowd like the red sea just to collapse against him, I might like telling myself that he truly feels safe with Goku. ‘-‘
dear tumblr: if i click on a tag, i would very much like to be given everything (or anything, even) tagged with it. what the fuck is your tag system for, otherwise? rude.
Good that he was able to better occupy himself than a bird, then. But no one had asked the Sage his thoughts on the matter and it would stay that way, as far as Konzen cared. Should he bring up the habits of monkeys? But there were more important things, right now. That nip resulted in a sharp exhale--was he being chided for that concealment, then? No chance to ask, either way, and Konzen didn't mind (at the moment, at any rate). He tipped his head back and away as clasps came apart and skin reddened under that attention, exposing just that much more to such bruising affection; for the Sage's benefit, he didn't stifle the approving sigh towards both that and how easily he followed guidance. How easily he let himself end up bitten--how much it usually wound up appreciated beside the point. Konzen could do very little damage with that particular gesture, but that wasn't really the purpose of it. It was always either to silence himself or encourage, though just now was partially also out of spite. Tease. Though that changed along with the pressure given, even if he drew back with a quiet sound under his breath and lips pressed in a line. Nails bit deeper through fabric, as non-threatening as they were by comparison to others', the hand on the Sage's thigh sliding higher beforehand so that pressure came closer to a hip. It might have been more difficult for Konzen to conceal his reactions to tactile behaviour, but they would remain hard-won--what he physically couldn't help notwithstanding. It would take more than that to earn anything more openly telling.
And Genjyo wouldn't be able to understand that--not easily, at any rate. That he was in exact likeness of someone else, not just in image but self? It'd be hard for anyone to process. And Genjyo Sanzo didn't want to think of himself in terms of anyone else; that was just stupid. He was himself, no one else, and even if he had the soul of someone else in this life, that didn't... make him the same person. The whole concept of being so similar would leave him with more questions than there were answers.
At least at first.
And then he'd remember how little it really mattered, because he hadn't been handheld through living the life he had. He'd done that himself. So what if it was similar to someone else's? So what if this was some kind of "pick up where you left off" shit? Didn't really change anything.
And at least Goku knew.
Say everything that's there to be said: it didn't surprise the blond that he'd follow the prompt, and it seemed to be Goku's general modus operandi, anyway. If it helped, he'd deal with it; if it didn't, they'd find something else, somewhere along the way and the Sanzo'd deal with that, too. But for now, there was this and it was apparently working.
What wasn't, though, was that flinch. Idiot. He knew better than to do something like that when dealing with Goku, and yet there he went. But the monkey bounced back from it easily enough--or at least he appeared to. Genjyo sighed, so faint it could've been missed by human ears, eyes closed, and turned his focus back onto Goku instead of the dirty patch of fabric he'd been looking through rather than at.
"Good. Means I don't have to teach you that one." What followed was... rare. Rarer than Goku normally cared for, he was sure; Genjyo wasn't tactile, didn't really touch if he could avoid it--too much discomfort. But for now, he (almost awkwardly, a little hesitant) brought a hand up to curl around the side and back of Goku's neck, just something that wasn't... dismissive. Couldn't be mistaken for it, either. But being called that--hah. Lips pressed into a thin, vaguely amused sort of smile. Really, monkey? "The last time I introduced myself, you had no idea what I said," he noted dryly. Something that'd kicked off the rather eventful period leading up until this moment. "Genjyo Sanzo." At least with a name, Goku would have something to use rather than casually calling him the "sun".
Reaction time was kind of a necessity, given what he had to do. But even then? Deathwish. And Genjyo damn well knew Goku didn't have one--and he knew that because the monkey wasn't an idiot and had a mind to keep himself alive so the Sanzo wasn't stuck protecting him.
Not that he needed much protecting like this, anyway.
And no, this level of idiocy definitely counted as an illness.
In this life, the blond had built up that strength in order to survive. Travelling for three years on his own, travelling again after settling to hike up that fucking mountain and back, travelling more to hunt people down, and now to head west and reclaim his goddamned sutra. Each of those involved needing to beat the shit out of people sometimes instead of shoot them. That it showed in his grip was to be expected. He wasn't sat behind a desk with little to do, anymore (though he had been, for a while; office work. Zen, but ultimately not really what he wanted to spend his time doing, at this point). He wasn't bored, either.
That jump? That was satisfying; little shit shouldn't be messing around right now, ability or not. The monk didn't bother to meet that stare or any of the subsequent insulted faces, disregarding them entirely as he went about those little tasks he'd set upon. Whatever hearing loss Goku dealt with would be temporary and he'd recover soon enough. Shouldn't stand so close to someone with a gun who was in the process of using it, though, should he?
The answer to how he wasn't deaf? The blond had no idea. He probably should be, but he fired far enough away from himself (er?) and sparingly enough (usually) that maybe he'd just managed to get used to it over the years. ...Not likely, but he didn't have any other explanation. Luck. He didn't really bother questioning it.
...Alright, this was bullshit. With the pack of cigarettes in one hand, the Sanzo swapped to checking his other sleeve more thoroughly. Where did he--there. He turned a bland expression onto Goku with the question but didn't bother to answer. Well, not verbally. Instead it came in the form of tapping out a cigarette past the flap, bringing it to his lips, and lighting it. That enough of an answer?
"Brain damage" as in "the stupidity required for Goku to believe sneaking up behind an armed monk in the middle of combat was a good idea." Anyone not on their little field trip was fair game, but one of them? Specifically either Genjyo or Hakkai? Deathwish. Goddamned monkey wasn't even phased. Not that the Sanzo would've tested the fact, familiar enough with his weapon to not fire unnecessarily (wasting bullets was limited to catching a crazed Goku off-guard, silencing idiots, and dealing with other idiots) and definitely not of the mind to--accidentally or otherwise--actually kill Goku. Then again, Goku'd managed to catch bullets. At a distance, in the only occurrence the Sanzo was aware of, but he was probably fast enough to catch them closer, too (never to be tested). So probably nothing to worry about, but still indication of serious mental issues unrelated to the sealing process. And yeah, that excuse? Brought on a serious case of déjà vu. The blond brushed it off, scowling, brows knit in annoyance; that downed demon wasn't the only thing twitching. Not that the Sanzo had any concern the assassin would get up; just wasn't likely. But the way Goku effectively dismissed it wasn't what was so bizarre about that bit. "Excepting that one who is twitching"? It didn't sound right, out of Goku's mouth. Didn't matter how it might have once been comparative, it was just... archaic-sounding coming from the monkey next to the usual hacked up words. Violet eyes fixed on that point indicated, though, and the Sanzo decided one less fucking retard chasing their company was a good enough reason. Closer, it would've been a no-brainer. From this distance, just within range, it took a bit of adjusting to accommodate. With bullet trajectory ending at the base of the skull, at least he wouldn't be twitching anymore. No thought given to the life he'd just taken (wasted, foregone; the Sanzo just took it in stride like he did all the others, going that much harder), Genjyo cast his focus around them only to find their end cleared out. Hn, just Gojyo and Hakkai, then. He stowed the revolver. "That so." Cigarette and lighter fishing, then. ...Where the fuck did he put his lighter?
There was little chance of desire fading. Even if on the off chance in this or the next life or the next (it needed to stop, he needed to stay) they hit a barrier of sorts, the underlying desire to stay by the heretic's side would remain. Ty, for all he objected and all the noise he made, knew that feeling and it caused much of the confusion. He was stubborn, as he would ever be, and not everything had settled yet. It would, in time, and he would know and the bubbling memories and compulsions would finally ease into sense. If he had to live a life as a bug, though, he'd probably end up incredibly unhappy. Bugs were not okay. Annoying, invasive, and just generally not pleasant. But as a cicada, he could do all the shouting he wanted, at least. Not that he hadn't shouted plenty in each life so far. In a way, Ty was positive everything about them took the relevant parts of Buddhism and turned them on their heads. Everything in his life had dragged him back to Goku, more or less, so it was tough shit for the way of the universe. He'd never openly compare it to feeling "right", but between the kiss and and the familiarity and the desire for it, that was as close to a good name for the feeling as he was likely to ever get. Because it was. Constantly finding something he'd never noticed he'd been missing. That gentle touch sent a faint shock down the back of his neck, radiating outward and ultimately disappearing between his shoulders. Normally, Tài Yáng was stingy with kisses, keeping them brief, denying the languid affection he was almost compelled to grant (it was overwhelming to feel so strongly when you didn't understand it entirely, and so he balked). But at the moment, he wasn't really all that inclined to follow that habit. Even less so when the kiss began again. He did the opposite, encouraging rather than breaking away, moving his free hand to Goku's shoulder for lack of any idea where to put it just yet.
Nuh. No icon rp.
That’s better v:
I have something much cooler than your copy of Journey to the West to have as a snack.
YEAH, I WENT THERE.
excuse me why are you posting porn sir
how lewd
