A special package...
[After the rain, and the gas, and the craziness, Sanzo was reluctant to venture out of his house. Ever. But the weather seems nice now, and he misses going out for a walk as he smokes.
Wait... there's a package on the door step, and it's addressed to him.]
Stupid idiots. I don't live here. This isn't my home.
[He opens the package anyway, and there's the Maten sutra. He can't believe it, at first. He unrolls it and squints at every last crease and character... but it's real. It's not a fake. He rolls it up and tucks it into his pocket, but the pocket's not quite deep enough, so it sticks out a little.]
Damn... the pockets in these pants aren't big enough to hold anything.
[You might run into this guy standing out on the sidewalk having a smoke, with a very puzzled expression on his face.]
Wait... there's a package on the door step, and it's addressed to him.]
Stupid idiots. I don't live here. This isn't my home.
[He opens the package anyway, and there's the Maten sutra. He can't believe it, at first. He unrolls it and squints at every last crease and character... but it's real. It's not a fake. He rolls it up and tucks it into his pocket, but the pocket's not quite deep enough, so it sticks out a little.]
Damn... the pockets in these pants aren't big enough to hold anything.
[You might run into this guy standing out on the sidewalk having a smoke, with a very puzzled expression on his face.]