“Se does that on purpose.” Sanzo’s murmur was barely audible as the priest bent his head to eye the dragon. “Stand up to hir right from the start, or se’ll run right over you.”
That sounded like the voice of experience. Though Hakkai couldn’t picture Sanzo being run over by anyone.
At the moment, surrounded by Sanzo’s scent, he was trying not to picture anything. It wasn’t as frantic, as burning a need as it’d been before he’d lost consciousness. But Sanzo still smelled so right-
“So now can we have breakfast?” Goku jumped up and headed for the fridge, almost snatching a strip of cold bacon right out of a pan before Gojyo slapped his hand. “I’m starving!”
“Says the bottomless pit,” Sanzo grumbled, stepping away in a waft of disgruntled air. “We’d better head out soon, you’re eating Gojyo out of his supplies.”
“Eh, I can buy more. Might as well eat up the perishables anyway. Not sure when I’ll be back,” Gojyo said practically. “Hey, Hakkai. Hakuryuu won’t mind hauling some computer stuff with us, will he? I’d kind of like to not leave it lying around. Just in case.”
Given that was likely the equipment Gojyo’d used to create a new and fake identity, Hakkai wasn’t fond of leaving it around either. “I… don’t think it will be a problem?” He stroked white fur; was it softer, or was his sense of touch different, too? “What do you think, little one?”
“Kyuu.” Another head-butt, with the faintest brush of :affection, silly to worry, my-person!:
Goku’s head whipped around, unruly brown hair lifting like static. “Hey! I heard that!”
“So did I,” Hakkai managed, wide-eyed. “New sensors… you gave Hakuryuu the equipment to perceive this- what is it, that we’re feeling?”
“Well, among the kami, we call it aural sense,” Kanzeon mused.