Sha Gojyo (
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thenearshore2017-10-11 09:47 am
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Absorb what is useful
Who: Sharak and Gojyo (guest starring That Damn Rooster)
What: Plot -- yelling about bad dates, to start
When: August 25th or thereabouts
Where: Temple Aditi
Warnings: Will update
[ A week of sink baths is all he can endure. At first he'd justified staying away from the temple -- or, more specifically, staying at the bar -- by citing all the repairs and work that needed to be done. The tables needed sanding. The plumbing in the ladies' was leaking. There was always inventory to process.
But eventually, he just had to admit it to himself -- he was avoiding going back to the temple because he was avoiding Sharak, and he was avoiding Sharak because she'd really hurt him. He'd trusted her. He'd really thought that they were, okay, not equals, but possibly maybe friends? Certainly there had been some mutual respect there, right?
Apparently not.
The more he thinks about it, the more he mentally pokes at that bruise, the angrier he gets (and he can't lie, a good chunk of that anger is directed at himself. Things Gojyo Knows About Gojyo: when he's hurt and betrayed, his instinct is to just take it, slink away, distract himself with the shallow friendships of the regular barflies for a couple nights. That's not the man he wants to be).
It's just dawn by the time he finishes cleaning up, and makes his way back to the Far Shore. Sharak will be up by now, he's sure. The damn rooster will be up, and therefore so will everyone else in earshot. And if she's not up, then that's fine -- he can wait. ]
What: Plot -- yelling about bad dates, to start
When: August 25th or thereabouts
Where: Temple Aditi
Warnings: Will update
[ A week of sink baths is all he can endure. At first he'd justified staying away from the temple -- or, more specifically, staying at the bar -- by citing all the repairs and work that needed to be done. The tables needed sanding. The plumbing in the ladies' was leaking. There was always inventory to process.
But eventually, he just had to admit it to himself -- he was avoiding going back to the temple because he was avoiding Sharak, and he was avoiding Sharak because she'd really hurt him. He'd trusted her. He'd really thought that they were, okay, not equals, but possibly maybe friends? Certainly there had been some mutual respect there, right?
Apparently not.
The more he thinks about it, the more he mentally pokes at that bruise, the angrier he gets (and he can't lie, a good chunk of that anger is directed at himself. Things Gojyo Knows About Gojyo: when he's hurt and betrayed, his instinct is to just take it, slink away, distract himself with the shallow friendships of the regular barflies for a couple nights. That's not the man he wants to be).
It's just dawn by the time he finishes cleaning up, and makes his way back to the Far Shore. Sharak will be up by now, he's sure. The damn rooster will be up, and therefore so will everyone else in earshot. And if she's not up, then that's fine -- he can wait. ]
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Goddamn fool-
[Gojyo manages to dislodge Sharak from on top of him, but she keeps hold of his jacket and works on embedding her knee into his gut anyway. Well, this is still better than the last time one of their disagreements came to blows.]
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Sharak scratches him, and Gojyo unapologetically pulls her hair. It's a classy fight between two professional combatants, that's for sure.
But that knee to the gut ends it. Gojyo turns white, and rolls off her with a stifled gasp, struggling to catch his breath. He's swearing at her the whole time, but with the wind knocked out of him it's mostly just pathetic squeaking sounds. ]
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Still, hair pulling was crossing a line. She runs her hand through her hair, pulling it out of her face, before her hand moves to her jaw. Damn, that's going to leave a bruise.]
... Next time someone asks me for romantic advice, I'm telling them to shave their head and join a temple.
[This is not fucking worth it.]
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Gojyo rolls over onto his hands and knees, head hanging down, and finally manages to suck in a half-lungful of air. It's shockingly cold, cold enough to make him cough. ]
Next time you give me romantic advice, I'm shavin' your head.
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[Anyway, to be fair, she didn't give him advice. She just threw a hot blond at him and trusted him to work his own magic. Granted, he probably could have used a heads up about the exact circumstances, but how relevant was it? Surely ignoring the whole thing was the better option.]
... Look, I don't know what the hell Shizuo thought you needed warning about. All that other crap- [such a touching description of a man's feelings for her] had nothing to do with you, I didn't even know about it when I suggested you.
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He confessed to you after you set us up?
[ That is not what Shizuo said. He may have gotten himself very very drunk by the end of that date, but he was stone sober at the beginning, and he's damn sure that Shizuo, in fact, implied the exact opposite.
Which really means only one thing. ]
I'm gonna kill him.
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[Shizuo is too much of a punching bag for that. And he's still kind of Sharak's friend. She waves her hand vaguely.]
It all kind of happened at the same time. I told him I could get a date for him, he was happy, we planned it out, he realised I didn't mean with me- how he got that impression to start with, I don't know- and then he "confessed". I turned him down and since he didn't seem that heartbroken about it, suggested he meet you anyway.
[Seriously, she doesn't think Shizuo's honour needs defending as much as Gojyo thinks it does. It's not as if Shizuo was seriously interested in her.]
I told him he didn't have to, but he said yes. I didn't hold a gun to his head or trick him into anything. [Brief silence.] ... But I'm sorry I let you get involved.
[Gojyo may deserve an apology for all this. Shizuo doesn't.]