Toua's 31st Genjyo Sanzo wouldn't call himself an impatient man. He simply knew what he could tolerate, and what irritated the fuck out of him. It was about seven in the morning, and the climate was warm enough to fore go donning his robes just yet. Sanzo lounged on the back steps of the inn, on the side of the building facing away from the center of town. The weathered brick wall was cool against his back through the black undershirt that clung to his lean frame. Inhaling, he felt the near enthralling first nicotine rush of he day. Everyone has their vices, and this one lent him a little sanity and calm. It was still pretty early for most of the town, let alone his companions. He wouldn't even bother to thank the bodhisattvas for this little reprieve. He goddamn deserved it. Upon exhale the monk idly watched a thin trail of smoke curl its way up towards the rooftop some three floors above him. The smoke became barely visible between the brightening sky and the deep mahogany hues of the arced rooftop. When had he seen this before? Sanzo was struck with a dull pulse of déjà vu. Oh, yes, it was that time, wasn't it...
"Oii! OIIII! Give it back, you perverted kappa!"
Ch... Taking another drag, Sanzo did his best to tune out such an awful intruder to his morning ritual.
"Heeeeiii. You mean, this? Whoops, guess it just fell out of my hand."
Before Sanzo had pause to think, a pair of well worn navy boxers dropped directly on his head, with Son Goku right behind them. With a loud crash, the two landed at the bottom step of the inn, in plain sight, and Goku-sans-anything. The cigarette Sanzo had been smoking was crushed into an R shape, and he glared at it, knowing it had been too good to last. When he finally shifted his attention to Goku, the last of his patience disappeared like a magic trick.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU STUPID MONKEY!" Buddha knew where Sanzo hid that fan of his. In between smacks of the fan, Goku reached for his boxers, now in the center of the street.
"Iiii-tei-tei-tei-tei-tei. Sorry, Sanzo!" He had completely forgotten to actually put on what he had pursued, standing stark naked in the street. A couple of passerby giggled behind their hands, but looked away hurriedly when met with Sanzo's smoldering gaze.
"Are- he actually did that. He really IS that stupid! HAHAA, Sanzo, take your love life inside will ya?" Gojyo called from the third floor window where they had spent the last two days. Now everyone within sight was staring at the bedraggled monk and companion. Embarrassment was something Goku had no concept of.
"Ch!" Clapping Goku upside the head, he motioned for the door, waiting for Goku to go back upstairs by his damn self. He wasn't going to be seen with a naked monkey, and he was absolutely going to murder the cockroach that had been the catalyst of this clusterfuck of a morning.