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[tasted_the_sky]

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I hate it here.

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[heardyoucall]

It's gross now.

[tasted_the_sky]

Says you. [ Stuffs right into his mouth. ]

[heardyoucall]

[Ewwwwwwwww.]

[tasted_the_sky]

[ Licks his lips. ]

Aaahhhh...! That really hits the spot...

[heardyoucall]

If you enjoy eating dirt and hair in your food.

[tasted_the_sky]

I don't really care as long as it stays down.

[heardyoucall]

You don't really care much about yourself, do you?

[tasted_the_sky]

Don't have the time... Can't focus a lot on that stuff.

[heardyoucall]

Why?

[tasted_the_sky]

I get distracted a lot. Always doing something else, I can't keep it together. Too much to think about, I can't... concentrate. Like, like... You know... You know when you have a fever and your dreams get all fucked up?

It's like that... almost all the time.

[heardyoucall]

[Sanzo looks up, and with a very soft voice, he replies.]

Colours, sounds and rushing wind... faces, places...

Ah. I understand. I completely understand.

[tasted_the_sky]

[ Blinks at him and smirks. ]

Finally we're on the same damn wavelength.

[heardyoucall]

...so you're in a waking nightmare, ah?

[tasted_the_sky]

Do I look like I dream about sunshines and freaking roses, bright eyes?

[heardyoucall]

That isn't what I meant, spike rat. [He gives a grunt of annoyance.]

[tasted_the_sky]

And then we lost it again, pewww...!

[heardyoucall]

...you...

[tasted_the_sky]

Aw come on, don't be such a tight-ass, Genjo.

[heardyoucall]

Don't talk about my ass.

[tasted_the_sky]

Oh, so it's true then?

[heardyoucall]

Don't go there.

[tasted_the_sky]

I don't want to go there, maaan.

[heardyoucall]

Tch.

[He turns to the side with a huff, taking a long drag of his cigarette.]

[tasted_the_sky]

[ Eyes it quietly a moment before speaking up. ]

Hey. Gimme that. Come on.

[heardyoucall]

I refuse.