Your logic is not like our Earth logic.
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keire_keI'm 99% sure I passed the Bible quiz. The one about finding given verses in the Bible. It was relatively easy, I thought, I even found the verses from the books I didn't read. Granted, one had a female protagonist so it wasn't like I had plenty to choose from, and the other had odd names, so I had limited possibilities, but it still counts!
Saw National Treasure 2 yesterday. It's two hours of decent entertainment, but the logic of certain actions has me confused. Namely, how does finding the treasure prove Thomas Gates was not a part of the conspiracy? Given that his name was on the list of conspirators, proving that the very real fortune he was searching for actually exists, doesn't that prove he was, you know, involved?
Still, switching brain off allowed me to enjoy.
Also saw Prince Caspian trailer and OMGWTF PRINCE CASPIAN. Will so be first in line to watch that. Unless they dub it, in which case I will steal a copy.
Also, even though I know everyone is bored to death already: FIREFLY SO AWESOME. God! I watch it and rewatch it and watch it again and it's just never getting old!
Goku didn’t feel surprised when he found a message from Sanzo waiting for him the next day, right after his return. He unfolded the familiar thick paper, finding another of Sanzo’s curt invitations (“Seven pm, my mansion”).
“Kanzeon will flip if she ever sees that,” he muttered, dropping the card into the wastebasket. He consulted the clock and sighed. It was quarter to five.
“You are late,” said Sanzo as soon as Goku arrived in his study. He was sorting the papers and maps on his desk, barely looking at Goku.
“I know. Did you not get my message?”
“You still are late.”
Goku walked around the desk and wrapped his arms around Sanzo’s neck. “Sorry. I overslept. Baths make me sleepy, and I was so tired almost didn’t get out of the tub last night.”
“Don’t do that again.”
“I need to rest, occasionally.”
Sanzo dropped the report he was reading and turned, as much as Goku’s presence allowed. There was a biting comment on the tip of his tongue, but it didn’t get the chance to be voiced, as Goku pressed his lips to Sanzo’s.
“Don’t be mad. You wouldn’t get much fight out of me, were I tired,” he whispered into Sanzo’s mouth. Sanzo had a hard time arguing with that, not with Goku’s tongue parting his lips. “So, how were you planning to kill me today?”
Many bruises later they collapsed into bed together, Goku laughing and Sanzo smirking. Slowly they worked their way out of their clothes, kissing and touching, until the world around the bed ceased existing.
“You’re awfully taut today,” Goku said, twisting a strand of Sanzo’s hair around his finger. “More than usual, I mean.”
“I’m going to the eastern borders next month,” he said staring out the window. “For a couple of months.”
“Oh.”
“You can come too.”
Goku shook his head slowly. “I can’t. I have a full schedule.”
Sanzo was quiet for a few moments. “Money’s no object,” he said flippantly. “Whatever you’re due, I can top it.”
“It’s not that simple,” Goku amended gently. Or, as gently as he could, considering the flash of anger threatening to choke the breath out of him.
“What is not simple? I pay, you come with me. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’ve been invited. I cannot cancel a wedding to go with you to war!”
“What’s the problem? Get someone else to go, it’s not like anyone will notice the difference, underneath that clown outfit.”
“I have been invited, specifically! My friend is getting married, to lady Kino.”
Sanzo snorted. “So what, it’s a double price for the trouble of cancelling?”
“You can’t just expect me to drop everything for a bit of money. I’m not a property!” Goku yelled the final part.
“Yes you are! You’re a goddamned whore. I’m paying for you, and you’re mine as long as I do.”
Goku’s mouth opened and remained open, but he didn’t say anything. He stared at Sanzo, as if unsure of whether what he heard had indeed been said. “What?” he managed finally, and although the word came out quiet, his voice didn’t shake. The companion sat on the bed, perfectly still, covers pooled in his lap.
Sanzo, dimly realising he’d just dug himself into a bottomless pit, didn’t back down. “You heard me.”
Goku’s head fell. He was shaking as his fingers twisted in the sheets. “Leave me alone. I- I want to get dressed.”
“Suddenly you’re having modesty attacks?” Sanzo scoffed.
“Just leave! I want to go home.” Ignoring his own request, Goku got out of bed and started putting on clothes.
Sanzo‘s fingers twitched. He had a sudden and inexplicable urge to press them against his chest, something that’d never happened to him before. Something started to hurt. He might have done something wrong, he allowed. It didn’t mean he would admit it. “Goku,” he said reaching out despite himself.
“Don’t touch me.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You’ve paid, fair enough. But my contract only lasts until four in the afternoon, which is long past.”
“And that’s bothering you, all of sudden?”
“You can’t expect a promotion to last for ever.” Goku finished buttoning his jacket and turned to leave the room. “Goodbye, my lord.”
The door closed, leaving Sanzo staring after the companion in silence. Silence, however, was not what he was made for. Soon enough he shook his head and wandered to his desk. He sat down and picked up a score of papers he’d abandoned earlier. He read half a page, over and over again, but it was like he couldn’t focus his eyes properly. The words didn’t make sense, they didn’t form sentences, the lines didn’t fit together and the paragraphs had no meaning. Sanzo discarded the page and picked up another. After he’d managed to read no more than a page, altogether, and comprehend nothing, he let the sheet drop into the messy piles littering his working space.
Sanzo sat there, staring at the papers, for a long while. He picked up a letter he’d received the previous day and put it aside. He chose another sheet of paper and looked at it, put it back down, and returned to the first. He scanned it carefully, line after line, but when he got the end he could hardly remember what the beginning was. The letter fluttered to the desk as Sanzo sat back. He waited for it to settle and then swiped his hand across the desk and watched the white sheets twist and turn in the air on their way to the floor.
Sanzo fell back against the backrest of his chair. “Fuck.”
xxx.XXX.xxx
Goku was calm. He sat in the carriage, feeling its tremors throughout his body, but he wasn’t inclined to move, or do anything at all. He watched the landscape, like he usually would. The sun was setting, bathing the buildings in a golden glow. Goku traced the first tendrils of frost painted on the window, not quite registering the cold at his fingertips.
The temperature only became noticeable when he stepped out of the carriage. The sun had already set, taking with it the remnants of warmth. Goku shivered and wrapped his jacket snug around himself. Luckily, the carriage had stopped only a few steps away from the entrance, so Goku was opening the door to the House in no time at all, welcomed by the warmth inside.
He closed the door behind him softly, but as soon as he moved towards the stairs the door to Kanzeon’s office opened. She had an unerring sense of getting the door open at precisely the right time, even though she seemed to spend all her time seated with her back to the curtained window.
“Goku, back so early?” she asked.
“I do know how to read a clock,” he replied, grinning.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Goku smiled at her and turned around. “I’m tired. I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”
Kanzeon watched him climb the stairs. “Jiroushin,” she called, not taking her eyes off the corridor Goku disappeared into. “Fetch Gojyo,” she added when the barest hint of a footstep announced the arrival of her butler. She retreated into her office, closing the door. Jiroushin returned with Gojyo several minutes later, by which time Kanzeon was signing her name underneath a hastily writ letter. She folded it and sealed the envelope. “Deliver this to lord Cho, please.”
Gojyo stared. “What’s wrong?”
“Goku was with lord Genjo today. He returned massively upset.”
Gojyo stared at Kanzeon. “What happened?”
“He walked in, said he was tired and went to bed.”
“And from that you assumed he was upset?”
“You’re not the only companion in the house, genius.”
Gojyo ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. Sanzo upset him?”
“Considering that it’s unlikely he’d met other people since yesterday, I’d say so. Go find out.”
“I knew it would happen,” Gojyo cursed under his breath.
“What I want to know is whether I should be sending for an assassin yet.”
“I wouldn’t recommend that. Sanzo is a warlord. Apparently more than a decent one.”
“That doesn’t make him impervious to knives. Or poison. Or arrows, come to think of that.” Kanzeon tapped her bare foot against the edge of the carpet.
“You want to kill him?”
“Not particularly. But the man is troublesome.”
“Yeah, no shit. Hakkai should have warned the kid better.”
“Please. As if I would ever allow anyone of you to go as far as Goku had with someone I didn’t know.”
Gojyo was slow to react. “You mean you knew- Wait. You knew Sanzo well enough to suspect what he might do something like whatever he’s done now, and you allowed Goku to go to him anyway?”
“It had the potential to be interesting, letting our adorable monkey have a go at the ice prince.”
“Interesting? You broke Goku’s heart, because it could be interesting?”
“Oh, dramatise. We don’t know if it’s broken yet. It might merely be strained. All I’m saying is that I expected better of Sanzo, for once.”
“Draw me a picture here, because I don’t think I’m getting it.”
“Let’s just say my cousin and Sanzo’s father had a very exclusive relationship, and leave it at that, shall we?”
“Holy shit.”
“More or less. Now, go see how’s our precious monkey doing.”
Still baffled, Gojyo wandered upstairs. His feet brought him to Goku’s door almost unbidden. Despite the customs of the house, he didn’t wait for a reply after knocking. He had a feeling Goku would be alone.
“Monkey?”
“I’m fine,” was the muffled reply. Goku was lying on the bed, his face in the pillow.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“What did the bastard say?”
“He called me a whore,” Goku told the pillow after several minutes of silence.
Gojyo sat down and stared out the window. “And? I mean, no offence, but that’s what he said when you first met, right? Hakkai told me.” Gojyo didn’t mention it seemed hilarious at the time.
Goku turned his head. In the half-light he looked oddly serious, his eyes gleaming like pots of molten gold. “He meant it.” He didn’t elaborate, but Gojyo knew Sanzo well enough to imagine the rest.
“Bastard.”
“Yeah.” Goku flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. There was a spell of silence. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to sleep. I’ve got a client tomorrow afternoon.”
“You can cancel him. Or her.”
“Why would I do that?”
Straight to the awkward questions. Gojyo sighed. “Monkey, look, you don’t have to suffer through it. If you’re having a bad day, it’s fine. Sanzo is a bastard we all know that. Don’t worry about him. Take some time off, go to Hakkai’s place – I’m sure he’d be happy to take you in for a while.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Goku replied calmly. “I have no reason to go anywhere. I don’t need to rethink what I already know. This is home.”
Gojyo tore his eyes away from the window and looked at Goku, befuddled by the conviction in his voice. This wasn’t how he expected the talk to go. Goku was supposed to leave for a while, likely accept one of the invitations his clients issued from time to time, move away from the capital into a cosy rural mansion with someone who gave a damn about having the monkey close for companionship, not just a companion to show off. “I don’t follow.”
“I know who I am. Just because he thinks he can buy and own me, doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“That’s… a lot more mental stability than I expected from you.”
“What, I’m supposed to break down and cry and then retire to the country? Fat chance of that happening.”
Gojyo turned serious. “Look, you don’t have to keep being a companion, alright?”
“I want to. I know what you and Hakkai think, but I am doing well. I know you asked Hakkai that one time-”
Gojyo started. “What? No! Did he tell you that?”
“I’m not that stupid! You’ve been together for ages and I barely knew him. It’s cool though,” Goku added seeing Gojyo’s discomfort. “I’m okay with that. It was nice of you. But unless you’ve been doing it ever since, including Homura whom I know you hate, it means I am doing okay on my own.”
“Monkey – you are. You know you are. We just thought you might like being with someone exclusively.”
Goku was quiet for a long while, staring past Gojyo pensively. “I think I would,” he admitted. “It feels a little unfair, as it is. Like I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“What else is there?” Goku turned his head away from Gojyo. After some time he began to speak again, so softly Gojyo had trouble discerning the words. “I really thought Sanzo was- I mean, it was good with him. Before it turned out it really wasn’t.”
“Goku…”
“Go away. I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.”
Goku crawled underneath the covers and curled, like he used to when he first came to the House at the age of ten, hogging whatever warmth he could find. Gojyo reached for the quilt and draped it over the miserable mound of covers, tucking it snug around Goku’s head.
“Goodnight,” Gojyo said. “Sleep well.” He flopped onto the pillow, kicking his shoes off. Luckily he only wore comfortable clothing around the house, so he needn’t change. “Just don’t hog the covers.”
If the answering murmur meant anything, Gojyo decided he might as well ignore it. It was a gamble, of sorts. Goku was most articulate when he wasn’t uttering a word. So either he would kick him out. Or – here Gojyo cheered mentally – he would do what Gojyo hoped he’d do: gravitate toward the source of warmth and fall asleep with his cheek pressed against Gojyo’s shoulder.
This concludes part 2.
Saw National Treasure 2 yesterday. It's two hours of decent entertainment, but the logic of certain actions has me confused. Namely, how does finding the treasure prove Thomas Gates was not a part of the conspiracy? Given that his name was on the list of conspirators, proving that the very real fortune he was searching for actually exists, doesn't that prove he was, you know, involved?
Still, switching brain off allowed me to enjoy.
Also saw Prince Caspian trailer and OMGWTF PRINCE CASPIAN. Will so be first in line to watch that. Unless they dub it, in which case I will steal a copy.
Also, even though I know everyone is bored to death already: FIREFLY SO AWESOME. God! I watch it and rewatch it and watch it again and it's just never getting old!
Goku didn’t feel surprised when he found a message from Sanzo waiting for him the next day, right after his return. He unfolded the familiar thick paper, finding another of Sanzo’s curt invitations (“Seven pm, my mansion”).
“Kanzeon will flip if she ever sees that,” he muttered, dropping the card into the wastebasket. He consulted the clock and sighed. It was quarter to five.
“You are late,” said Sanzo as soon as Goku arrived in his study. He was sorting the papers and maps on his desk, barely looking at Goku.
“I know. Did you not get my message?”
“You still are late.”
Goku walked around the desk and wrapped his arms around Sanzo’s neck. “Sorry. I overslept. Baths make me sleepy, and I was so tired almost didn’t get out of the tub last night.”
“Don’t do that again.”
“I need to rest, occasionally.”
Sanzo dropped the report he was reading and turned, as much as Goku’s presence allowed. There was a biting comment on the tip of his tongue, but it didn’t get the chance to be voiced, as Goku pressed his lips to Sanzo’s.
“Don’t be mad. You wouldn’t get much fight out of me, were I tired,” he whispered into Sanzo’s mouth. Sanzo had a hard time arguing with that, not with Goku’s tongue parting his lips. “So, how were you planning to kill me today?”
Many bruises later they collapsed into bed together, Goku laughing and Sanzo smirking. Slowly they worked their way out of their clothes, kissing and touching, until the world around the bed ceased existing.
“You’re awfully taut today,” Goku said, twisting a strand of Sanzo’s hair around his finger. “More than usual, I mean.”
“I’m going to the eastern borders next month,” he said staring out the window. “For a couple of months.”
“Oh.”
“You can come too.”
Goku shook his head slowly. “I can’t. I have a full schedule.”
Sanzo was quiet for a few moments. “Money’s no object,” he said flippantly. “Whatever you’re due, I can top it.”
“It’s not that simple,” Goku amended gently. Or, as gently as he could, considering the flash of anger threatening to choke the breath out of him.
“What is not simple? I pay, you come with me. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’ve been invited. I cannot cancel a wedding to go with you to war!”
“What’s the problem? Get someone else to go, it’s not like anyone will notice the difference, underneath that clown outfit.”
“I have been invited, specifically! My friend is getting married, to lady Kino.”
Sanzo snorted. “So what, it’s a double price for the trouble of cancelling?”
“You can’t just expect me to drop everything for a bit of money. I’m not a property!” Goku yelled the final part.
“Yes you are! You’re a goddamned whore. I’m paying for you, and you’re mine as long as I do.”
Goku’s mouth opened and remained open, but he didn’t say anything. He stared at Sanzo, as if unsure of whether what he heard had indeed been said. “What?” he managed finally, and although the word came out quiet, his voice didn’t shake. The companion sat on the bed, perfectly still, covers pooled in his lap.
Sanzo, dimly realising he’d just dug himself into a bottomless pit, didn’t back down. “You heard me.”
Goku’s head fell. He was shaking as his fingers twisted in the sheets. “Leave me alone. I- I want to get dressed.”
“Suddenly you’re having modesty attacks?” Sanzo scoffed.
“Just leave! I want to go home.” Ignoring his own request, Goku got out of bed and started putting on clothes.
Sanzo‘s fingers twitched. He had a sudden and inexplicable urge to press them against his chest, something that’d never happened to him before. Something started to hurt. He might have done something wrong, he allowed. It didn’t mean he would admit it. “Goku,” he said reaching out despite himself.
“Don’t touch me.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You’ve paid, fair enough. But my contract only lasts until four in the afternoon, which is long past.”
“And that’s bothering you, all of sudden?”
“You can’t expect a promotion to last for ever.” Goku finished buttoning his jacket and turned to leave the room. “Goodbye, my lord.”
The door closed, leaving Sanzo staring after the companion in silence. Silence, however, was not what he was made for. Soon enough he shook his head and wandered to his desk. He sat down and picked up a score of papers he’d abandoned earlier. He read half a page, over and over again, but it was like he couldn’t focus his eyes properly. The words didn’t make sense, they didn’t form sentences, the lines didn’t fit together and the paragraphs had no meaning. Sanzo discarded the page and picked up another. After he’d managed to read no more than a page, altogether, and comprehend nothing, he let the sheet drop into the messy piles littering his working space.
Sanzo sat there, staring at the papers, for a long while. He picked up a letter he’d received the previous day and put it aside. He chose another sheet of paper and looked at it, put it back down, and returned to the first. He scanned it carefully, line after line, but when he got the end he could hardly remember what the beginning was. The letter fluttered to the desk as Sanzo sat back. He waited for it to settle and then swiped his hand across the desk and watched the white sheets twist and turn in the air on their way to the floor.
Sanzo fell back against the backrest of his chair. “Fuck.”
xxx.XXX.xxx
Goku was calm. He sat in the carriage, feeling its tremors throughout his body, but he wasn’t inclined to move, or do anything at all. He watched the landscape, like he usually would. The sun was setting, bathing the buildings in a golden glow. Goku traced the first tendrils of frost painted on the window, not quite registering the cold at his fingertips.
The temperature only became noticeable when he stepped out of the carriage. The sun had already set, taking with it the remnants of warmth. Goku shivered and wrapped his jacket snug around himself. Luckily, the carriage had stopped only a few steps away from the entrance, so Goku was opening the door to the House in no time at all, welcomed by the warmth inside.
He closed the door behind him softly, but as soon as he moved towards the stairs the door to Kanzeon’s office opened. She had an unerring sense of getting the door open at precisely the right time, even though she seemed to spend all her time seated with her back to the curtained window.
“Goku, back so early?” she asked.
“I do know how to read a clock,” he replied, grinning.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Goku smiled at her and turned around. “I’m tired. I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”
Kanzeon watched him climb the stairs. “Jiroushin,” she called, not taking her eyes off the corridor Goku disappeared into. “Fetch Gojyo,” she added when the barest hint of a footstep announced the arrival of her butler. She retreated into her office, closing the door. Jiroushin returned with Gojyo several minutes later, by which time Kanzeon was signing her name underneath a hastily writ letter. She folded it and sealed the envelope. “Deliver this to lord Cho, please.”
Gojyo stared. “What’s wrong?”
“Goku was with lord Genjo today. He returned massively upset.”
Gojyo stared at Kanzeon. “What happened?”
“He walked in, said he was tired and went to bed.”
“And from that you assumed he was upset?”
“You’re not the only companion in the house, genius.”
Gojyo ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. Sanzo upset him?”
“Considering that it’s unlikely he’d met other people since yesterday, I’d say so. Go find out.”
“I knew it would happen,” Gojyo cursed under his breath.
“What I want to know is whether I should be sending for an assassin yet.”
“I wouldn’t recommend that. Sanzo is a warlord. Apparently more than a decent one.”
“That doesn’t make him impervious to knives. Or poison. Or arrows, come to think of that.” Kanzeon tapped her bare foot against the edge of the carpet.
“You want to kill him?”
“Not particularly. But the man is troublesome.”
“Yeah, no shit. Hakkai should have warned the kid better.”
“Please. As if I would ever allow anyone of you to go as far as Goku had with someone I didn’t know.”
Gojyo was slow to react. “You mean you knew- Wait. You knew Sanzo well enough to suspect what he might do something like whatever he’s done now, and you allowed Goku to go to him anyway?”
“It had the potential to be interesting, letting our adorable monkey have a go at the ice prince.”
“Interesting? You broke Goku’s heart, because it could be interesting?”
“Oh, dramatise. We don’t know if it’s broken yet. It might merely be strained. All I’m saying is that I expected better of Sanzo, for once.”
“Draw me a picture here, because I don’t think I’m getting it.”
“Let’s just say my cousin and Sanzo’s father had a very exclusive relationship, and leave it at that, shall we?”
“Holy shit.”
“More or less. Now, go see how’s our precious monkey doing.”
Still baffled, Gojyo wandered upstairs. His feet brought him to Goku’s door almost unbidden. Despite the customs of the house, he didn’t wait for a reply after knocking. He had a feeling Goku would be alone.
“Monkey?”
“I’m fine,” was the muffled reply. Goku was lying on the bed, his face in the pillow.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“What did the bastard say?”
“He called me a whore,” Goku told the pillow after several minutes of silence.
Gojyo sat down and stared out the window. “And? I mean, no offence, but that’s what he said when you first met, right? Hakkai told me.” Gojyo didn’t mention it seemed hilarious at the time.
Goku turned his head. In the half-light he looked oddly serious, his eyes gleaming like pots of molten gold. “He meant it.” He didn’t elaborate, but Gojyo knew Sanzo well enough to imagine the rest.
“Bastard.”
“Yeah.” Goku flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. There was a spell of silence. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to sleep. I’ve got a client tomorrow afternoon.”
“You can cancel him. Or her.”
“Why would I do that?”
Straight to the awkward questions. Gojyo sighed. “Monkey, look, you don’t have to suffer through it. If you’re having a bad day, it’s fine. Sanzo is a bastard we all know that. Don’t worry about him. Take some time off, go to Hakkai’s place – I’m sure he’d be happy to take you in for a while.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Goku replied calmly. “I have no reason to go anywhere. I don’t need to rethink what I already know. This is home.”
Gojyo tore his eyes away from the window and looked at Goku, befuddled by the conviction in his voice. This wasn’t how he expected the talk to go. Goku was supposed to leave for a while, likely accept one of the invitations his clients issued from time to time, move away from the capital into a cosy rural mansion with someone who gave a damn about having the monkey close for companionship, not just a companion to show off. “I don’t follow.”
“I know who I am. Just because he thinks he can buy and own me, doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“That’s… a lot more mental stability than I expected from you.”
“What, I’m supposed to break down and cry and then retire to the country? Fat chance of that happening.”
Gojyo turned serious. “Look, you don’t have to keep being a companion, alright?”
“I want to. I know what you and Hakkai think, but I am doing well. I know you asked Hakkai that one time-”
Gojyo started. “What? No! Did he tell you that?”
“I’m not that stupid! You’ve been together for ages and I barely knew him. It’s cool though,” Goku added seeing Gojyo’s discomfort. “I’m okay with that. It was nice of you. But unless you’ve been doing it ever since, including Homura whom I know you hate, it means I am doing okay on my own.”
“Monkey – you are. You know you are. We just thought you might like being with someone exclusively.”
Goku was quiet for a long while, staring past Gojyo pensively. “I think I would,” he admitted. “It feels a little unfair, as it is. Like I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“What else is there?” Goku turned his head away from Gojyo. After some time he began to speak again, so softly Gojyo had trouble discerning the words. “I really thought Sanzo was- I mean, it was good with him. Before it turned out it really wasn’t.”
“Goku…”
“Go away. I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.”
Goku crawled underneath the covers and curled, like he used to when he first came to the House at the age of ten, hogging whatever warmth he could find. Gojyo reached for the quilt and draped it over the miserable mound of covers, tucking it snug around Goku’s head.
“Goodnight,” Gojyo said. “Sleep well.” He flopped onto the pillow, kicking his shoes off. Luckily he only wore comfortable clothing around the house, so he needn’t change. “Just don’t hog the covers.”
If the answering murmur meant anything, Gojyo decided he might as well ignore it. It was a gamble, of sorts. Goku was most articulate when he wasn’t uttering a word. So either he would kick him out. Or – here Gojyo cheered mentally – he would do what Gojyo hoped he’d do: gravitate toward the source of warmth and fall asleep with his cheek pressed against Gojyo’s shoulder.
This concludes part 2.
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Date: 2008-01-05 10:09 pm (UTC)Firefly IS awesome. I have a rather love-hate relationship with Whedon, though; I think I remember him saying in an interview (?) complete and utter bollocks, but right now I'm not sure I'm not imagining things. Anyway, Firefly is made of much win, even if it lacks Teh Ghey. :D
I shall read the fic in its entirety so I don't come off terribly passée and mean. Someday. Yes.
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Date: 2008-01-05 10:21 pm (UTC)I didn't watch everything Whedon has to offer, Buffy scared me with the amount of it (although I am massively in love with the season 6 finale) and both Buffy and Angel just became too much after the initial two seasons. So in a way it's good Firefly ended soon, it will never go over the top. Joss interview though... Hm. I do recall he was quoted saying "I hated Firefly I hated Serenity and Nathan Filion smells like turnip" but I can't remember where that was. I rarely care for the author's opinion.
No hurry with the reading. ^_____^ Though why would you come off as passée and mean?
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Date: 2008-01-05 11:15 pm (UTC)I have that thing where, when I like an author to a really stupid degree, whenever I see them voicing their opinion on, I don't know, cream pie, I read it and regard it as the voice of God. Unless of course I don't agree with it, or even worse, find it idiotic -- I'm always disappointed when my favourite writers turn out to be really pukey outwith their fiction, and then my soul is broken a little. Which is probably why I should avoid acknowledging authors' existence outwith what they write, I guess.
Might be my weird take on social standards, but I rather feel it's common courtesy to not ignore a very large part of an entry, especially when it's a fic, especially when it's Saiyuki. :D
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Date: 2008-01-06 12:46 am (UTC)Oh, no worries. I was worried you wanted to say something mean about the fic itself, in which case I'd rather you came out and said it. ^____~
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Date: 2008-01-06 04:31 pm (UTC)the friday thing threw my sked all off i suppose.
happy 3 kings (is that in your theology readings, i wonder?)
i like that remark of kanzeon's re - a cousin having an exclusive relationship.
hoping (and yet, not, so that's strange but i'm sure you know what i mean) that sanzo shapes up soon.
the discussion of silver and you are spot on - re sanzo.
he's stubborn all right, and not inclined to listen.
so let him suffer and hopefully that brings enlightenment.
btw. thanks for bringing me to merula, and gw. i've become so wanting in reading gw (well, saiyuki first)
... i've started to read archives in gw.
so thank you.
both for writing, but being a friend especially.
even angsty (well, this chappie is a bit) - it makes me smile.
so thank you!!
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Date: 2008-01-06 04:50 pm (UTC)You know I will deliver a happy end, eventually. XD Sanzo already knows he fucked up, so maybe he will think it through. Of course, since he'd need to apologise and win Goku back, I don't think it would be soon, but...
I'm always glad to corrupt more people into one of my fandoms. ^______^ Enjoy! *huggles*
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Date: 2008-01-07 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-07 12:37 pm (UTC)open up a whole can of inner conflict we love to torment him with. :D
I think a few people raised a brow when I mentioned that I am considering a story in which Goku is a Fireflyesque companion, but somehow it makes so much sense. To me, at least. XD
I wonder how will they work it out.
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Date: 2008-01-26 11:11 pm (UTC)Though it's just so... Sanzo. I was almost waiting for it to happen. He's so stupid when it comes to personal relationships and this really had to get worse before it had any chance of getting better.
Hakkai should go and "talk" some sense into Sanzo, quite forcefully talk, I might add.
And once again, Gojyo is so sweet and I completely see him doing just that.
Maaaaah I want more ;_;
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Date: 2008-01-27 12:28 pm (UTC)Thank you kindly for commenting. <3