Chikusa glances right back at Hakkai as the god looks at him, one eyebrow cocked up. "Ken technically didn't agree to anything like I did," he says simply, stepping away so that Hakkai has room to get to his feet. "So it's good enough." As long as there's no blood for them to clean up, it should be fine.
What isn't fine is the warped purple he can see crawling up the back of Hakkai's neck, a warning of something that will only get worse. Chikusa won't feel guilty for threatening to stab Gojyo in the eye with chopsticks; Ken might for getting into a fight but he also might not. No, this is a problem with every single bit of the origin being Gojyo. That means it's not going to be an easy thing to solve, not until they make the redhead himself stop being such a jackass.
So temporary measures will have to be used. While Ken and Gojyo rattle the walls with their struggle, and Hakkai collects the water glasses, Chikusa shuffles to one of the entrances leading out into the hallway. There, waiting like the live audience on a soap opera, are some of the nekomata population.
Pookie, typically, is right there at the front of the pack, and cranes her neck to look at him. They've probably all been enjoying the drama.... but whatever. It's useful in this case. "If you get some of the temple water," he says plainly, "then I'll give you the rest of my pork."
Just like magic, their ears all perk up, and more than a few tails start swishing. "The whole thing?" Pookie negotiaties carefully.
"Yeah."
"The terms of your agreement are accepted!" And just like that, the cats go darting off, claws scrabbling against the floor. Maybe they were actually just waiting for someone to get incapacitated so they could steal some meat anyway... Whatever. Turning away and trusting literal cat demons to stick to the task, Chikusa focuses on the fight once more.
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What isn't fine is the warped purple he can see crawling up the back of Hakkai's neck, a warning of something that will only get worse. Chikusa won't feel guilty for threatening to stab Gojyo in the eye with chopsticks; Ken might for getting into a fight but he also might not. No, this is a problem with every single bit of the origin being Gojyo. That means it's not going to be an easy thing to solve, not until they make the redhead himself stop being such a jackass.
So temporary measures will have to be used. While Ken and Gojyo rattle the walls with their struggle, and Hakkai collects the water glasses, Chikusa shuffles to one of the entrances leading out into the hallway. There, waiting like the live audience on a soap opera, are some of the nekomata population.
Pookie, typically, is right there at the front of the pack, and cranes her neck to look at him. They've probably all been enjoying the drama.... but whatever. It's useful in this case. "If you get some of the temple water," he says plainly, "then I'll give you the rest of my pork."
Just like magic, their ears all perk up, and more than a few tails start swishing. "The whole thing?" Pookie negotiaties carefully.
"Yeah."
"The terms of your agreement are accepted!" And just like that, the cats go darting off, claws scrabbling against the floor. Maybe they were actually just waiting for someone to get incapacitated so they could steal some meat anyway... Whatever. Turning away and trusting literal cat demons to stick to the task, Chikusa focuses on the fight once more.