If his insane kitten was allowing himself to be handled like a newborn, all hope had to be lost.

*hand over face* He trusts the cat's instincts more than his own sometimes...

“Did I at any point imply that as an option? Ever? I die, you launch her and blow her to pieces.”

*snicker* That's Sanzo, all right. If he ever passes the scripture to anyone, it'll be something to see. He'll probably die and let the thing take care of itself.

Sanzo's going to kill the parts people. *chuckle* Facing imminent death, he's still planning on killing people.

*snicker* The fern on the bridge. I think Sanzo's feng shui is a lost cause.

I love the whole conversation between Sanzo and Duo, but the bed-warmer bit and the 'how much did I win...?' just cracks me up every time I read it.

“Dude, I’m not the saviour. I was set to work for him, but we didn’t really click and I wasn’t hired.”

Love the line. And Twelve. And the part about Duo's fighting style and the braid.

*chuckle* Sanzo needs them sober. After something like that, he's wondering why they're happy to see him. Social skills. He needs a set of those.