DISCLAIMER: The author does not claim ownership of Saiyuki, its bishounen or the carols in the fic. Please do not take offense at the parodies. ;)
"Explain to me again," Sanzo growled, "WHY exactly we're doing this."
"Very simple," Hakkai smiled agreeably. "We ran into a pack of rabid demons, one of whom scratched your sleeve open and thus possibly let fall the Sanbutsushin gold card. After the fight we decided to have dinner at this establishment, and suddenly found we couldn't pay. We had a choice of either washing the dishes, or entertaining the guests." Two-beat pause. "It appeared the proprietor's daughter decided for us."
"And at this rate, I'd rather wash dishes," groused scarlet-haired half-demon Gojyo.
"Hakkai, that was a RHETORICAL question."
"Was it?"
"Naa, Sanzo, what's a rhetorical? It sounds like a herb," Goku asked.
"It would take too long to explain, considering your brain is the size of a walnut."
"I thought it was closer to a peppercorn," snickered Gojyo under his breath.
"Oh shut UP, Gojyo. I'm not the one prancing around half-naked. Santa NEVER looked like a J-rocker."
"I'M not the one dressed up as a snowman. Or should I say, snow MONKEY." Gojyo fingered his very tight, very shiny red leather vest and pants as if he had been mortally insulted.
"Maa, maa, minna," Hakkai soothed. "You both look very cute..."
"We're not AIMING for cute!" howled the two in unison.
"...Stylish, then. But Santa--I mean, SANZO might not appreciate all the noise. Have you memorised your scripts already? We have to go once they give me my elf costume, and Hakuryuu his reindeer antlers."
"Kyuuuuuu." The cry sounded almost mortified.
"Hrmph." Sanzo buried himself deeper in the chair--or at least, as deep as he could get in the hard wooden armchair, and for want of a better word, sulked.
He couldn't remember being this embarassed since Koumyou decided Kouryuu would look ever so cute as Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer in some annual Christmas pageant.
"Explain to me again," Sanzo growled, "WHY exactly we're doing this."
"Very simple," Hakkai smiled agreeably. "We ran into a pack of rabid demons, one of whom scratched your sleeve open and thus possibly let fall the Sanbutsushin gold card. After the fight we decided to have dinner at this establishment, and suddenly found we couldn't pay. We had a choice of either washing the dishes, or entertaining the guests." Two-beat pause. "It appeared the proprietor's daughter decided for us."
"And at this rate, I'd rather wash dishes," groused scarlet-haired half-demon Gojyo.
"Hakkai, that was a RHETORICAL question."
"Was it?"
"Naa, Sanzo, what's a rhetorical? It sounds like a herb," Goku asked.
"It would take too long to explain, considering your brain is the size of a walnut."
"I thought it was closer to a peppercorn," snickered Gojyo under his breath.
"Oh shut UP, Gojyo. I'm not the one prancing around half-naked. Santa NEVER looked like a J-rocker."
"I'M not the one dressed up as a snowman. Or should I say, snow MONKEY." Gojyo fingered his very tight, very shiny red leather vest and pants as if he had been mortally insulted.
"Maa, maa, minna," Hakkai soothed. "You both look very cute..."
"We're not AIMING for cute!" howled the two in unison.
"...Stylish, then. But Santa--I mean, SANZO might not appreciate all the noise. Have you memorised your scripts already? We have to go once they give me my elf costume, and Hakuryuu his reindeer antlers."
"Kyuuuuuu." The cry sounded almost mortified.
"Hrmph." Sanzo buried himself deeper in the chair--or at least, as deep as he could get in the hard wooden armchair, and for want of a better word, sulked.
He couldn't remember being this embarassed since Koumyou decided Kouryuu would look ever so cute as Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer in some annual Christmas pageant.