[ Gojyo's out in the yard when Hakkai starts dreaming. The stars are too bright to sleep, and there's something in the wind that smells like anger (even though that's bullshit, and there's no way he can smell a fight coming, even if he kinda does). And even if he can't smoke, he can still go through the motions, chewing on a twig, breathing deep lungfuls of sharp, clean air... fuck, he's fiending bad. At least there's nobody around at this hour to see him sweaty and pale
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