Again, Sanzo ignored Homura's babbling. It was the truth. It didn't matter if his memory had been tampered with (and that hadn't even been a good job): that didn't erase all the groping, the taunting, his mouth against him--
Trust him to get that reading off it: Sanzo'd been talking about Kenren degenerating into his servant, not anything sexual. Then again, it was Homura
The monk shot Homura a scathing look of disgust, right as there was a flash of movement. The monk was suddenly dragged close to Kenren, close enough to get a good look at those eyes.
Gods, they even had matching, mixed eyes. For fuck's sake.
Sanzo stared at Kenren, unimpressed, and just let him bitch. When he was done, the monk gripped one of Kenren's wrists, fingers clenching, grinding the bones together.
"I'd like to see you try, asshole," the monk said coldly. "But you did betray him. Homura might speak fair, but he's rotten to the core. Hakkai would never work with this filth."
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Trust him to get that reading off it: Sanzo'd been talking about Kenren degenerating into his servant, not anything sexual. Then again, it was Homura
The monk shot Homura a scathing look of disgust, right as there was a flash of movement. The monk was suddenly dragged close to Kenren, close enough to get a good look at those eyes.
Gods, they even had matching, mixed eyes. For fuck's sake.
Sanzo stared at Kenren, unimpressed, and just let him bitch. When he was done, the monk gripped one of Kenren's wrists, fingers clenching, grinding the bones together.
"I'd like to see you try, asshole," the monk said coldly. "But you did betray him. Homura might speak fair, but he's rotten to the core. Hakkai would never work with this filth."