So. Pensacon starts tomorrow. Aiiieeee….
Forgive the attack of nerves. Fortunately, I can avoid some of the parking hassle by trading “I’ll look for neat art books for you” for a ride. Unfortunately, I seem to have a stubborn low-grade cold. Not enough to take me down completely, but it looks like I’ll only be there a few hours each afternoon. Hopefully long enough to poke around, hand out bookmarks, and take notes!
…Now Sanzo, and a much nastier bug….
“He’s awake already.” There was a distinctive, threatening click. “Cho. We don’t know if breaking you out would screw up parts you don’t want torn off. Feel up to cracking out yourself?”
It was like reaching and listening at once; fingertips brushing the edge of a coin’s rattling spin in the dark. Something thick but breakable around him. Two-legged shapes a bit further away, bright with the electricity of living warmth. Two of those seemed human, but the smaller one writhed….
:Awake? Yay! Come out, come hunt, come play!:
Eager as a wolf cub with a fresh bone. That had to be Goku.
I’m alive. I’m… sane? I think?
Sanzo had kept his promise. Time for a monster to keep his own.
It was tight, and there wasn’t much room for leverage. But whatever it was around him felt breakable as bread crust. All he had to do was push, and strain-
“O…kay,” Sha got out, staring wide-eyed with what was left of his metal pipe in hand. “You’re sure you whacked the virus?”
“Yes.” Sanzo took one long step forward, and offered his hand.
Shakily, Cho took it. Claws, he thought, feeling them slide out a little at the tempting nearness of a human who smelled right-
“You get one clawing when you don’t know what you’re doing. Then I shoot you.” Sanzo’s tone might as well have been pointing out the salt was on his side of the table, stop bothering him. “You will not infect me, because as far as the Maten Sutra’s concerned I’m alien enough already. And it does not like competition.”
Oh dear. “I wasn’t thinking-”
“Exactly.” Sanzo made sure he was standing, not even glancing at naked, green-patterned tentacles, much less naked everything else. “Gojyo’s got a shower over this way. Your claws are infectious but the rest of you isn’t, so go ahead and swipe his soap.”