It was odd, having some tranquil time to himself. No cranky monk hitting him upside the head. No rambunctious monkey whining about food. No mother hen pestering him to clean up after himself. Most of all, none of Kougaiji’s henchmen coming after the scripture and trying to kill them all. It had been quiet for weeks now. Not even one person trying to assassinate them. Thanks to aforementioned peace, the four of them have currently set up residence in a little town for a few days. With each of them having their own separate rooms for once, they’ve been enjoying a break from one another and going their separate ways when they could.
So here Gojyo was. Laying sprawled out on his back under the ample shade of a lush tree. One leg propped up over the other and hands folded behind his head, he stared up through the myriad of leaves and intertwining branches to the clear sky above. Foot tapped to an unheard rhythm as a cigarette hung loosely from lax lips, wisps of smoke reaching up to the sky but dispersing and disappearing before even reaching the branches just above the hanyou’s head.
Such a nice day. Eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment as a light breeze brushed across his face and played with crimson strands splayed out around him.