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Who: Gojyo and anyone who wants to stop by!
What: Hanging out, having adventures, engaging in healthy coping habits
When: Any time of any day from May 12-15ish
Where: chez Dinosaur
Warnings: Homo-antagonistic language in the Niles thread.

He's never going to sleep again. Which is fine -- he knows from experience that he can go weeks on end with only a few hours of sleep snatched here and there between youkai attacks. It won't kill him. He doesn't even feel all that tired, not really. He more feels like he's asleep and dreaming than anything else -- everything is at a bit of a distance and his reactions are slowed, like the air's gone thicker or something. Like he's a little drunk, even though he hasn't touched a drop since his return. It's weird and unsettling, but he's sure it'll wear off. And even if it doesn't, it's not something to bother anybody with. He's been enough of a bother already.

So during the day, he sticks close to Hakkai -- he's worried the other man enough already by vanishing, so it's the least he can do to stay near (and if that means running errands or sitting quietly in the back of the classroom while school is in session, he supposes that he can manage). And at night, when he wakes after only an hour or two of sleep, he tracks down Asshole and drags the half-man out to the porch with him, for company while he smokes pack after pack and watches the moon.

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Eventually, Sharak decides she's probably not going to run into Gojyo randomly around the Far Shore and that she should probably just go and visit his temple. There are things they should discuss and she wants to check in on him- honestly, she thinks it's a little weird she hasn't heard anything about him so far. The sun's down when she decides to stop by, casually strolling onto the temple grounds.

"Oi. You."

Having judged Hakkai more than capable of handling things and the both of them likely in need of some privacy, Kurama waits until late Friday morning to come back and see how Gojyo's doing. In his arms he carries a massive basket of fruits and vegetables (including some cucumbers, partially because they're delicious and partially to be an asshole about kappas), a covered dish bearing enough miso soup to drown someone, and a second smaller covered dish full of candied flowers.

He'll even knock politely to let everyone know he's here instead of waltzing in.

It's been a couple weeks but the order finally arrived today. Nagi went to his Near Shore pick-up point and is bringing it back now. Some people might find it weird that a girl would want such a thing, but not Nagi.

He's carrying it in his hand now, since he took it out of the packaging earlier to make sure everything is in working order. Unlike a gun or crossbow, this one is a custom order, so he has to check on the mechanics. Outwardly, it just looks like a yellow parasol. It even has frills on the outer edge and a baby blue handle.

He passes by the temple of Dionysus and pauses. Gojyo sits there smoking and looking somewhat deflated. Nagi doesn't read expressions very well, but he can tell that something is off.

He stands there for a moment before he finally says: "Are you okay?"

The less said about any of this, the better.

Gojyo's alive, and that gives them a path forward. But damn if Sanzo knows the direction yet, not right now. He's still reeling from the blow of somehow managing to push through to more suppressed memories under Ukoku's bullshit tutelage.

He knows Gojyo now, every obnoxious habit and irritating quality for all that their shared history is contentious and sometimes hard to reflect on. Slowly, he's getting closer to figuring it all out. It only makes it all the more critical to break through and finally put together the remaining fragments of his scattered memories.

It's an adequate excuse to avoid everyone.

Late that evening, Sanzo is still wide awake and currently settled outside, sitting full lotus as he focuses on the sutra wrapped around his shoulders. He's chanting a mantra, his voice carrying despite the low volume, when he registers Gojyo's presence. Headed out to smoke, or...?

It's enough to break his concentration, the faintest flutter of his sutra stilling completely. He goes quiet with a sigh.

Edited (what the hell lazarus) 2016-11-10 19:57 (UTC)

It was a couple of days ago that Hakkai had sent the text out to everyone about how his friend had been found. Given how rough a time it must have been, Trance allowed a couple of days for everyone to be among friends and familiar faces. More out of respect and not wanting to intrude than anything else. However, while Trance genuinely wanted to make sure his friend was okay, she was also very curious.

So after a bit of luck and diligence, it's barely evening when the golden-skinned woman reaches the temple entrance with a potted plant in her arms. She could probably admire the marble and other work if given the chance, if only because everything was still new enough to her, even after a week of being in the Far Shore. Instead of being distracted by that, Trance poked a little in, seeing the redhead and white-haired person on the porch. Well, given the description, she could easily guess who the smoker was. To avoid alarming him, however, she gently called out from the entrance to the temple grounds. "Hello? Um, Mr Gojyo, right?"

Hakkai had tried, for a while, to go back to sleep after Gojyo slipped out with his cigarettes. It'd been happening every night; nightmares, and sleeplessness, and a really shocking rate of accumulation of cigarette butts in the flowerbed just in front of the porch.

Letting him think it through didn't seem to be helping. Eventually, tonight, Hakkai had given up on sleep, rummaged for his house slippers and padded out to the porch.

The moon was just past half-full, the slightest of curves bulging out to tip the balance from dark into light. The porch absolutely reeked of smoke, and Gojyo was sitting there next to his other, silent shinki. Hakkai wonders for a moment if Asshole ever sleeps. Hakkai has certainly never caught him asleep, although his normal state, to be fair, isn't really awake either.

"You couldn't sleep?" he murmurs, pausing behind Gojyo and crossing his arms against the breeze, although even now, at the coldest depths of the night, it's close enough to summer that there is barely any chill in the air.

Again, he doesn't say. Gojyo surely knows he's noticed.

Yoruichi had waited a bit to stop by, figuring Gojyo would need time to settle in. So right around dusk, she leaves work, going straight to Gojyo's house rather than stopping at home first.

If all the smoke hadn't given him away, she'd have sensed him on the porch, so she heads that way, carrying a large tote bag. It's only polite to bring welcome home gifts, right?

She rounds the corner, raising a hand in greeting. "Yo, Gojyo." She grins, genuinely glad to see him back. "Are you up for some company?"

(ooc: I was thinking May 12th, but I can adjust the date if that works better for you!)

Why is Yamato even here, it's a mystery--

Well okay, maybe not that much of a mystery. He's here because Hakkai is here, and Yamato considers Hakkai to be one of his first (and thus, oldest) friends on this shore. So it makes sense that, now that the dust has settled on his end, he'd want to come and check in.

There just also happens to be one little thing Yamato doesn't know--the fact that Hakkai's missing god was actually Gojyo. Or that Hakkai and Gojyo have any connection at all. ...Or that this is Gojyo's temple, since he never got around to finding out which god Gojyo is supposed to be. He was too busy lecturing for that.

...or that Hakkai has his limiters off-- okay fine Yamato knows nothing there, it has been said.

So it is that he shows up in the evening, before dinnertime but bearing a bottle of wine. He did actually bother to look up just what Dionysus is the god of, since he's still intruding on a stranger's temple even if it's a visit to an old friend. He hadn't specified when he'd be showing up, though, not anticipating a difficult hunt--so here he is, wandering around aimlessly with his gift.

Dokugakuji's been wandering around the Far Shore for a few days since Gojyo's return - not that he knows it. Mainly, Doku just never knew where to find his brother; the most he'd gotten was from Goku: Dinosaur temple. It's perhaps apt that the place is called 'The Far Shore' because everything seems so far away. Finally, he gets really close to Dionysus's temple - and finally he senses it.

"Found ya."

There's some kind of nervous energy to Doku as he walks up to the front of the temple, but not as much as would have been there the first day he was there. He'd been so convinced before that he was dead, and now he's no longer sure. He decides to be a little ridiculously polite -- he comes up to the temple and knocks on the front entry way, loud enough he hopes the people inside will hear it. "Yo~ Anyone home? Looking for the resident Dinosaur."

It's been too long since he last heard from Gojyo, and even longer since they had last been together. He has no idea what's going on, and frankly, he didn't care until now. It's bothering him. Perhaps it's his internal system crying out for sex. But overall, he'd rather be less annoyed.

Especially after his actions on the network.

He heads to the temple, and looks around for the red head, smelling the cigarettes he's 100% familiar with.

"Gojyo!" Niles calls out, trying to get his attention as he heads to where the smoke is coming from.

Time to come face to face.

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