Sanzo was not near that stupid, even if he was inclined to comment on it. No, he watched with what passed as a calm expression for him, sour but not angry and certainly no sign of pity. Raistlin managed to live this long hadn't he? Sanzo was more concerned with pretending that whispering hadn't made his stomach clench.
He huffed, not meeting Raistlin's eyes for obvious reasons, and looked away. The mage-youkai-maybe-a-puppet person with the incredible, god-like aura probably needed a moment so he made a point of looking through his things, passing his gun to his weak right hand to poke around his sleeves. Everything was in place; his fan, the golden crown, glasses, cigarettes, and, yes, Gojyo's spare lighter. He even clicked it on to a small, weak flame. Feh, it would need refilling soon.
Once the lighter was shoved back up his sleeve and his gun back in his working hand he looked back at the other and said, in a bored tone, "We going?"
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 01:02 am (UTC)He huffed, not meeting Raistlin's eyes for obvious reasons, and looked away. The mage-youkai-maybe-a-puppet person with the incredible, god-like aura probably needed a moment so he made a point of looking through his things, passing his gun to his weak right hand to poke around his sleeves. Everything was in place; his fan, the golden crown, glasses, cigarettes, and, yes, Gojyo's spare lighter. He even clicked it on to a small, weak flame. Feh, it would need refilling soon.
Once the lighter was shoved back up his sleeve and his gun back in his working hand he looked back at the other and said, in a bored tone, "We going?"