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[feckinboomstick]

Alright.

I'm not dead.

Tis to say I've been a mite bit busy as of late, and I hope none of ye have managed to set anything on fire while I've been in.

[Being very sick]

And sayin' it now, I'll be in for the rest of the winter, none of ye are to ask me to leave the shop for any other reason than to buy food, because I ain't goin'.

It's colder than the frozen center of hell out there and it's only going to get worse.

We're havin' a sale on preventative herbs. Things for sniffles, sore throats, stuffed heads and bad lungs. Get them while ye can because I sure as bloody blazes ain't savin' 'em for ye.

I'll trade some items for soup products by the way. Still feelin' a mite bit under the weather.

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[its_dad_sanzo]

Me neither.

[Let's face it, even most Buddhists Koumyou knows sneak the stuff anyway. Kouryuu didn't as a kid, but he grew up and learned better.]

Y'need firewood?

[feckinboomstick]

Firewood might be nice, aye. Perhaps a lamp or two more than what I have, since I'm not going to be sleeping for a while.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Very well! I'll send my son over with some supplies once he's done sweeping! And cooking. Make him some soup, would you, Kouryuu?

[That last is said to the person off camera again. There's the distinct cadence of bitching just out of range for the mic to pick up. Koumyou just turns back to the camera and beams, as though everything that comes out of his cranky kid is sunshine and rainbows.]

He'll be over soon!

[feckinboomstick]

I can make me own soup!

[Oh are you ready for dual bitching? HE DOESN'T NEED COMPANY TO MAKE HIM THINGS.]

[its_dad_sanzo]

Yes, I'm sure you can!

[Koumyou is immune to bitching.]

[feckinboomstick]

I know ye know what that implies!

[its_dad_sanzo]

[And Koumyou's expression is just the embodiment of ~<3]

[feckinboomstick]

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I can cook just fine!

[Action]

[badly_behaved_priest]

[Sanzo was inclined to agree with Cassian but here he is anyway, pissed, with a heavy bag over one shoulder. He was in normal clothes instead of his robes, because like hell he was going to play errand boy while looking the part of his rank.

He stepped into the shop and looked around, openly disdainful. It wouldn't be hard to tell who sent him, he and Koumyou looked related, narrow eyes, blond hair, and even a red dot in the middle of his forehead.]

Hey! [He sounds as annoyed and impatient as he looks.]

Re: [Action]

[feckinboomstick]

[He doesn't look too happy to see Sanzo either, but there he is, draped in blankets and a robe and looking like death]

Oi!

Just put it down on the counter, I can take care of it meself! I ain't no faintin' sufferin' child who needs a caretaker.

[badly_behaved_priest]

Koumyou Sanzo disagrees with you. I disagree with him. [Sanzo didn't want to be taking care of anyone, even if Koumyou whined at him. Especially not some cantankerous western priest, he'd had his fair share of those.

He gave Cassian a withering look and set to removing a tupperware of soup- chicken and vegetables by the look of it-, a package of candles, and a small bundle of firewood, still wrapped in plastic from the grocery store, from the bag and setting them on the counter. He could've left the whole bag but, for one, it was his, and for two, he didn't care if the firewood left a mess on the counter.]

[feckinboomstick]

I can do it damnit-

[He's five foot five, so unless Sanzo is significantly smaller, having the blustery priest try and sneak in to grab food and attempt to make it himself may or may not do anything to deter him.]

I didn't tell him to send ye here, don't ye give me any of your dirty looks.

[badly_behaved_priest]

[Sanzo wasn't intending to do anything but set things down so he could leave, so he surrendered the tupperware over without complaint. Well, he glared, but he always glared.]

I didn't want to come tend to some sickly asshole I don't know. Fine, you can move just fine, my master can check on you himself if he cares to.

[feckinboomstick]

[And have a glare back, the prickly priest taking his soup and moving to stow it away]

I didn't ask for some donkey faced arse to come feed me!

Tell him I don't need any help, I'm not an invalid.

[badly_behaved_priest]

[Sanzo bristled. Well fuck you too! He didn't take insults near as well as he dealt them.]

Tell him yourself. With any luck you'll have keeled over dead by the time he thinks to come near this piece of shit. It'd do the world a favor.

[He stormed towards the door, fuming.]

8 billion years later

[feckinboomstick]

[Cassian, on the other hand, can damage soak insults like any weathered troll tank]

Right, shall I use the exact words or am I just paraphrasin'.

Ye won't be the first man who'd be happier with me dead, and ye won't be the last, take a ticket and stand at the door with the rest of them.

[badly_behaved_priest]

Go fuck yourself! [Sanzo's wish to be away from another shitty, grumpy priest outweighed his desire to put a couple of holes in Cassian. He shot Cassian a last, murderous look over his shoulder before walking out and slamming the door behind him.]

[feckinboomstick]

Excellent comeback, Churchill, yer stunnin' stellar wit's left me neigh speechless!

[SLAM GOES THE DOOR. He's calling this a victory]