[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.

Comments

[sanzo]

Sanzo, of course, has slept in, having spent the night playing poker for monies.

Having heard Drake arrive, he levers himself out of bed, and heads out for a beer and yesterday's leftovers. But that plan is derailed at the sight of the kestra'chern.

"Oi. What happened to you?"

[sanzo]

"If he plays cards," Sanzo muses, "Maybe I can get him to bet the house." Literally bet the house! Because the monk is cheap and his card doesn't work here, which annoys him to no end.

[sanzo]

"To 'bring forth'," Sanzo replies slowly. "To 'actualize'... to get shit done."

Koumyou Sanzo named him well.