[closed] Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica.

[amberdrake]

Who: Amberdrake, Genjo Sanzo
What: Stuff and things.
Where: Drake and Sanzo's current place in Ludmead.
When: Today.
Notes: --
Warnings: --

Braving the trains and then giving massage all day every day one right after the next like he's some kind of massage factory is taking its toll on Drake. He hasn't been sleeping well, despite his excellent company at night, and his reaction time has slowed down juuuust a hair.

Just enough for him to be home during the late afternoon, for once, sitting at the tiny dining table with his head in his hand and an ice pack held against his eye.

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[amberdrake]

"You are the expert on these," Amberdrake says it without any irony! He's been Sanzo's Healer for a few years, he knows the monk's skull and ribs better than he knows his own at this point. Black eyes, concussions, broken ribs... you know, mondays back on Haven.

"I bow to your judgement, although not literally," he adds while pulling some of the leaves out of the teapot, which has cooled enough to allow it, "Because that would hurt."

One bow to kiss and make up with the sutra was enough.