Hakkai chuckled softly, not looking up from the book in front of him. "It does put a bit of a strain on the eyes, doesn't it?" Finishing the page, he sighed a little and readjusted his glasses. He gave Sanzo an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm having much luck. How are you faring? Aside from getting a headache, that is."
Sanzo sighed in frustration. "Getting nowhere. Most of these spells don't make any sense. Maybe I just don't have the magical vocabulary to understand them." He frowned at the book, as if he could intimidate it into giving him a better explanation. "And the ones that do seem to make sense usually require some rare spell ingredients, like a powdered unicorn horn or a dragon's egg shell. I don't remember seeing anything like that for sale in Hogsmeade, and it doesn't sound like something you can just request from the Potions professor."
"Ah, I assume it would be worth it to note those, anyway." He turned a page in his book, though at this point he was only really skimming its contents. "Maybe we ought to ask one of the professors for help," he suggested, but his tone was almost carefully light and neutral -- mostly because he was well aware of Sanzo's reluctance to receive help from anyone, current events aside; and it seemed that the monk was on the verge of a bad mood without any inadvertent jabs at his pride as it was. "Well, at least for translating purposes, perhaps, or to provide some information on how to obtain the more difficult to find ingredients?"
Sanzo pushed back from the table and leaned back in his chair. "You're probably right. Make a note of the spells that look promising, and if we can't figure it out, see if we can get some help. Assuming we can find anyone around here willing to pay attention to teaching." It wasn't really a fair comment, since there had been a few classes held recently. "I think there was a Potions class last week. Maybe I should have signed up for it. I didn't think Potions would be helpful, but after reading some of these books today, maybe I was wrong."
The woman probably wasn't a real blonde, not that Gojyo minded, and he intended to find out one way or another.
Or had, right up until he felt himself being watched, and not in any manner he appreciated. It was a calculating watchfulness. He hadn't survived living on the streets since childhood without picking up the necessary survival instincts along the way, and he'd learned to trust his intuition. When he turned around fully and his eyes met Hakkai's, it puzzled him. He'd been expecting to find a jealous boyfriend or husband staring at him and silently plotting some confrontation, not his roommate. He also noted Sanzo was with him, and they were handing off books. Nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that should have caused him such an uneasy feeling
( ... )
((reposted after second-guessing myself on the details...))Sanzo raised an eyebrow at Gojyo's obvious attempt to provoke him, then put it out of his mind as he turned and left the common room. The kappa was probably hoping for a reaction, and Sanzo wasn't going to give it to him
( ... )
"A disappearing room?" Hakkai echoed, smiling blandly, as though he were completely unaware of Gojyo's annoyance. "Ah, how interesting. That sounds like it would be convenient for some people." He decided not to add that he meant "people of a more prurient nature" -- it was best to keep those sorts of comments to one's self, especially if one wanted to lull his companion into a false sense of security so that he may place him into an embarrassing situation
( ... )
Though it was true that Gojyo wouldn't have liked sitting in the library all day (perhaps it would have been a mild form of torture for him), if he were being honest with himself, he had felt left out because no one had bothered even asking him, and as such, he wasn't inclined to offer his help now, threat or not. A misplaced book couldn't possibly be more important than scoring with a hot chick, anyway
( ... )
The stunt with the broom made Hakkai frown a little in disapproval, but there was no way of telling whether or not it had been intentional or just convenient for Gojyo. Hakkai didn't entertain any ideas that Gojyo was just going to let this embarrassment slide, expecting from the outset that he would think of ways to get revenge on Sanzo and him. Dare or no dare, Gojyo was entitled to some payback, and somehow, Hakkai wouldn't be surprised if Gojyo did, actually, resort to violence.
He supposed that, even if he came away with a few bruises or a black eye, this entire situation was just amusing enough to be worth it. And he had always been a fast healer, besides
( ... )
((I'll move things along now, in case you two are bored with the *cleancleanclean* already. ;) ))
"Maybe you should do the windows then. I might accidentally trip and fall through them because of these damned shoes, and I doubt even I could survive that fall," Gojyo said, tone indifferent. He showed no signs of moving. Leaning on an elbow, chin propped in his hand, he spent an additional ten minutes on the same spot, rubbing the rag in lazy circular motions. Polishing furniture might be the only chore he didn't mind doing. Drying dishes wasn't so bad, either. But he could do without the rest
( ... )
Hakkai's comment about the window being jealous surprised a laugh out of Sanzo. Gojyo did seem to be applying a certain passion to his cleaning. He had to bite his tongue on another suggestive remark. Watching a sweating, half-naked Gojyo at work was... inspiring.
Sanzo moved around the room, trying to stay out of Gojyo's path. Somehow Gojyo managed to bump into him anyway. He suspected the bumps weren't entirely accidental, but he didn't really blame Gojyo for wanting to get back at them in some way. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to dress up in that outfit. Of course he would have completed that particular dare and wouldn't have had to pay the penalty. Now if it was something like not swearing for a week...
He didn't object when Gojyo finished up and waited by the door. "Not bad. It's good enough for me, but Hakkai's the final authority." Sanzo looked to Hakkai to pass judgement on Gojyo's efforts and decide if they were ready to move on to his room.
The first few times Gojyo ran into him, Hakkai murmurred, "It's all right." The times after that were merely answered with quiet, patient sighs. Hakuryu, however, could only endure a little of the jostling before he started trying to nip at him, most likely to draw blood; Hakkai managed to check the dragon's every attempt, gently catching his snout and giving him an admonishing look. After a while, the dragon finally took the hint and stopped his assault, receiving a rub on his neck for doing so.
Hakkai examined the room for a minute or so before nodding. "Ah, I suppose this is fine." But, he acknowledged silently, he was probably going easy on him. Gojyo had missed a few spots here and there, but Hakkai supposed it would be nice to have something to do himself later, to his own exacting standards. (The first thing he would do, after they got back, was clean behind the beds and rearrange the things on his nightstand.)
Comments 67
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Or had, right up until he felt himself being watched, and not in any manner he appreciated. It was a calculating watchfulness. He hadn't survived living on the streets since childhood without picking up the necessary survival instincts along the way, and he'd learned to trust his intuition. When he turned around fully and his eyes met Hakkai's, it puzzled him. He'd been expecting to find a jealous boyfriend or husband staring at him and silently plotting some confrontation, not his roommate. He also noted Sanzo was with him, and they were handing off books. Nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that should have caused him such an uneasy feeling ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
He supposed that, even if he came away with a few bruises or a black eye, this entire situation was just amusing enough to be worth it. And he had always been a fast healer, besides ( ... )
Reply
"Maybe you should do the windows then. I might accidentally trip and fall through them because of these damned shoes, and I doubt even I could survive that fall," Gojyo said, tone indifferent. He showed no signs of moving. Leaning on an elbow, chin propped in his hand, he spent an additional ten minutes on the same spot, rubbing the rag in lazy circular motions. Polishing furniture might be the only chore he didn't mind doing. Drying dishes wasn't so bad, either. But he could do without the rest ( ... )
Reply
Sanzo moved around the room, trying to stay out of Gojyo's path. Somehow Gojyo managed to bump into him anyway. He suspected the bumps weren't entirely accidental, but he didn't really blame Gojyo for wanting to get back at them in some way. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to dress up in that outfit. Of course he would have completed that particular dare and wouldn't have had to pay the penalty. Now if it was something like not swearing for a week...
He didn't object when Gojyo finished up and waited by the door. "Not bad. It's good enough for me, but Hakkai's the final authority." Sanzo looked to Hakkai to pass judgement on Gojyo's efforts and decide if they were ready to move on to his room.
Reply
Hakkai examined the room for a minute or so before nodding. "Ah, I suppose this is fine." But, he acknowledged silently, he was probably going easy on him. Gojyo had missed a few spots here and there, but Hakkai supposed it would be nice to have something to do himself later, to his own exacting standards. (The first thing he would do, after they got back, was clean behind the beds and rearrange the things on his nightstand.)
Reply
Leave a comment