The Calm pt. 3: The Sanzo-ing

[smithandwesson]

Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson), Abelas (getoutofmytemple), Giovanni Rammsteiner (ofobedience), Sorey (ofseraphim), Venom (poolhall_killer), Son Goku (bakazaru), & Alec Lightwood (offthatpath)
What: Sanzo enjoys a vacation spot by not going on Vacation
When: During The Calm
Where: All throughout Flona Cove
Warning(s): A touchy-feely Sanzo? Will update of any of them escalate.

Comments

[ofseraphim]

[ Hospitable as ever. And sure, Sanzo doesn’t own the lagoon. Of course not. But Sorey’s common sense says ‘ask the man with a gun if he minds company first before just getting in’. That’s fair, right?

Though he does slip in once the other seems distracted by the plant, settling into waters up to his waist while Sanzo fiddles with leaves. ]

I don’t think this one’s matured fully yet. [ Sorey comments somewhat tentatively. ] If you look closely, the edges of the leaves have tiny barbs that haven’t quite developed.

[ Yeah so uh... watch those fingers, Sanzo. Not that the leaves are sharp enough to cut in this premature state, but still. ]

[smithandwesson]

Barbs huh?

[How interesting. So the leaves were a little sharp. He knew he should have been careful if that were the case but for some reason the mention of their texture couldn't help but convince him to reach out and--]

'Tch!!

[Pulling his hand away, he looked down only to see the small droplets of blood form at the small cut that now existed on the tip of his thumb.]

You're not kidding. Looks like it has such traits to protect itself. A weed with bite eh?

[And for some reason he reaches out again, once again fiddling with the leaves. Because for some reason he could not learn his lesson with the first cut.]

[ofseraphim]

[ 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. ]

[smithandwesson]

Eh, makes it better at survival than most of the people we traveled to this land with.

[That wasn’t at all a passive jab. Not in the slightest.

Which of course was kind of ironic for him to say as he was still fiddling his fingers against the plants barbs. Maybe he just liked cutting up his hands?]

Despite its edge the leaves have a softness to them as well.

[Although taking a glance over Sorey’s palms, of course, causes the monk to curiously lean over the edge of the water. Distracted as he once more grabbed Sorey’s wrist with his free hand to examine the cuts a little closer.]

Jeez, how long have you been fiddling and playing with this damn thing for your hands to end up that wrecked?