[ Sorey winces almost preemptively. ] ...or touch closely...?
[ And, welp, sure enough...
He’s not going to say he told you so, Sanzo. That’s not his style. Rather, he looks half-sheepish and half-sympathetic. ]
You okay?
[ Not because oh no Genjo Sanzo is bleeding out, waaah! Now who will raise his monkey-son?! but simply because he’s Sorey. Asking is obligatory. ]
Careful...! I found out the hard way, too. [ He holds up his palm to show a cut in one of the creases of his fingers, clearly caused by grabbing the plant carelessly and encountering a leaf on accident. ]
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[ And, welp, sure enough...
He’s not going to say he told you so, Sanzo. That’s not his style. Rather, he looks half-sheepish and half-sympathetic. ]
You okay?
[ Not because oh no Genjo Sanzo is bleeding out, waaah! Now who will raise his monkey-son?! but simply because he’s Sorey. Asking is obligatory. ]
Careful...! I found out the hard way, too. [ He holds up his palm to show a cut in one of the creases of his fingers, clearly caused by grabbing the plant carelessly and encountering a leaf on accident. ]