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[some_priest]

It's one of those hot summer days where anyone with any sense whatsoever is in a breezy, shady spot trying to keep as cool as is physically possible. Out in the sun the heat is intense enough to cause heat waves, shimmering just over the ground, and the cicadas are chirping busily in the background off in the surrounding trees. Otherwise it's quiet

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[sinofsurviving]

Aya carried his boots, trying to step past the sleeping figure without waking him. He recognized the priest who had help his sister. He paused for a moment, looking contemplatively down at the man. He turned to go.

[some_priest]

It's not the usual jolt to complete consciousness that Sanzo usually has whenever he has the uncomfortable notion that someone's watching him, but he is awake as Aya turns. He's still a little groggy, but he's already sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

He doesn't remember falling asleep here, and he's not even entirely certain about where he is, but the fact that Aya is here tells him enough.

"... What are you doing here?"

[sinofsurviving]

Aya turned, blinking at Sanzo in mild surprise. "I'm not sure." He paused. "I saw you, and wanted to talk to you." But didn't mean to wake Sanzo. He had thought that he was quiet.

[some_priest]

"About what?" Sanzo doesn't seem to be overly irritated about being disturbed. He is less than pleased, but it has more to do with suddenly finding himself here rather than having his nap interrupted.

Aya was quiet. Ironically enough, Sanzo would have been more likely to ignore it if he hadn't been as silent as he was. The monks he was used to in this sort of place were rarely so inconspicuous.