[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]

"Aaa." Yeah. "It wasn't ostentatious, like that other temple was. It was..." Home.

Sanzo states instead, "It would've been peaceful if it wasn't for all the shitty monks."

[amberdrake]

Amberdrake offers a gentle smile, despite holding an ice pack to his face with one hand. "I am perfectly content to let you pick the place," he says, "if you like it, that's good enough for me." Even without having seen it!

[sanzo]

Sanzo glances sidelong at him, and then sighs faintly, and then the kettle whistles before he can say something stupid about Amberdrake having that stupid look on his face!

It's not like dissing Gojyo or Hakkai when they're all mangled; Drake might take it seriously?

He fills the teapot with many, many leaves, and then up to the brim with water. A swirl of the pot, the water gets dumped, and new water goes in. This is allowed to steep as he brings the tea fixings over!

"I didn't see any places like the old bathhouse, so."

[amberdrake]

"The bathhouse wasn't familiar," Amberdrake points out, "it was just there and useful. And in need of a Chosen caretaker after Haku vanished." And his office inside, which had begun as its own building, hadn't been familiar either!

"We're not going to stumble across any white ocean cliffs here, ke'chara, and even if we did, it wouldn't be useful." And he's certainly not working out of a tent, here.

[sanzo]

"The ocean's weird anyway." If he's wistful, Sanzo doesn't show it. "It just goes on and on."

He pours tea for them both, taking his plain, and sits down opposite Amberdrake.

[amberdrake]

"It goes on and on here, too," Drake notes, "but it's covered in the fog." So yeah, no, he doesn't want to live right up against it like he has for the last decade on his own world, thanks!

He sets the ice pack aside so he can warm his hand back up with the tea cup. The swelling is pretty much gone, but the color is pretty intense.

"I'd be quite happy to live somewhere you find familiar, regardless," Drake adds, because of course he's curious about such things, and it pleases him to see Sanzo somewhere he can perhaps relax, if only a bit. "I've been saving money since I started working," so it shouldn't take long to get the place, particularly if it isn't massively huge.