Sanzo couldn't think of anyone who would want to visit him. He knew that he wasn't exactly the most pleasant person around - not that he gave a shit - so it wasn't like he made any friends. That was more for the others: Gojyo had called him a "self-absorbed prick" more than once, and Sanzo didn't care to change it. Fuck the roach ( Read more... )

It was troubling, how after only a day this was starting to feel routine ( Read more... )

Lust was rather loathe to leave her lunchtime companion when the intercom chimed on. But there would be plenty of time to continue their conversation later, when night fell. Whatever pangs of guilt she still felt were ignored and crushed down - she had nothing to feel guilty for! These human emotions were beginning to get on her nerves. Again ( Read more... )

Dreamless slumbers were easy. There was no thought, no images of people or places you knew or ones conjured by your imagination. It was simply you in darkness until your eyelids cracked and the darkness gave way to a light you were unwilling to greet ( Read more... )

Renji wasn't certain how he'd gotten from the room with Sora and Nowe back to his bed. He scrambled up and quickly checked; everything that he'd tucked into his clothes was still there, including the trauma shears and the start of the map. He quickly hid those things wherever they would fit - and not be too obvious. Hopefully Nowe and Sora had been ( Read more... )

When the intercom crackled on, the voice that came from its speakers seemed tired, weary.

"Do you ever get sick of the holidays?"

A small pause, and a slight tone of voice.

"Well, I sure don't! I embrace them, welcome them! The cheer and merriness might be fake, sure, but does that really matter in the end? Everything is fake, after all--or at ( Read more... )

((coming from here ))Takaya frowned while he walked. He hated not having anything to defend himself. The blond guy he was following didn't look very promising either ( Read more... )