Bad Life Decisions
Who: Genjyo Sanzo (worst_monk_ever) & Badou Nails (nicotine_patch).
When: Now? After this post.
Where: The happyfun magic room on B-floor.
Rating: R
Summary: Sanzo's desperate for a cigarette. Badou's not gonna give one up without making Sanzo's life difficult. Hilarity ensues.
Warnings: Sanzo and Badou. Enough said. If we're lucky, no one will get their ass kicked today. Who are we kidding? Yeah, they're fighting.
Sanzo could kill that fucking old guy for getting him hooked on cigarettes if he weren't already dead. Yeah, sure, they were great when he was back home and had access to as many as he wanted, but in this hell-hole he was about ready to whore himself in the hallways for one. Or about as good as, considering that Nails' asshole stood between him and nicotine, and fuck knows what hoops he planned to make the priest jump through just to maybe get to share one (Sanzo wouldn't believe him until he actually had the lit cigarette between his lips and was taking a sweet drag).
So with his usual sunny disposition in tact, Sanzo approached the door of Nails' new hideyhole and knocked. "I'm here," he said, possibly unnecessarily, but with all the shit going down lately, he could have been that damn serial killer come to shank Nails' ass. Really, it was still within the realm of possibility, depending on how this little meeting went.
When: Now? After this post.
Where: The happyfun magic room on B-floor.
Rating: R
Summary: Sanzo's desperate for a cigarette. Badou's not gonna give one up without making Sanzo's life difficult. Hilarity ensues.
Warnings: Sanzo and Badou. Enough said. If we're lucky, no one will get their ass kicked today. Who are we kidding? Yeah, they're fighting.
Sanzo could kill that fucking old guy for getting him hooked on cigarettes if he weren't already dead. Yeah, sure, they were great when he was back home and had access to as many as he wanted, but in this hell-hole he was about ready to whore himself in the hallways for one. Or about as good as, considering that Nails' asshole stood between him and nicotine, and fuck knows what hoops he planned to make the priest jump through just to maybe get to share one (Sanzo wouldn't believe him until he actually had the lit cigarette between his lips and was taking a sweet drag).
So with his usual sunny disposition in tact, Sanzo approached the door of Nails' new hideyhole and knocked. "I'm here," he said, possibly unnecessarily, but with all the shit going down lately, he could have been that damn serial killer come to shank Nails' ass. Really, it was still within the realm of possibility, depending on how this little meeting went.