Tasuki trudged down the hill, grunting slightly with the extra weight that had been placed upon his shoulders. ChiChiri simply hung on tightly, not about to let himself slip to the ground.
"Dammit." Tasuki muttered, "Even deformed you still weigh a ton!"
ChiChiri blinked, "I don't weight too much, no da."
"Ha!" Tasuki, retorted he then grunted as ChiChiri dug his chibi heels into the redheads back, "Gah! Allright allright! Shit, lay off me!"
The little monk merely chuckled as the pair reached the edge of town. He then jumped off Tasuki's back and returned to his normal form, looking around the busy street as the people of the area bustled about their daily lives.
"To think this is all just a book, no da.." ChiChiri stated as he noticed the multitude of people.
Tasuki scoffed, "I may be 'just a book' where Miaka comes from but this place sure as hell seems real to me."
ChiChiri nodded and silenced himself on the issue. It was obvious Tasuki didn't like the idea of his whole life being a fiction just like the rest of the Suzaku no seishi. The monk decided it best just to not bring it up again.
Tasuki had a certain look in his light brown eyes as he scanned the buildings that lined the street. He sniffed the air every once in a while also, causing ChiChiri to stifle a chuckle as the redhead acted like a bloodhound on the hunt.
"If I were a bar.." Tasuki muttered to himself, "Where would I be..."
ChiChiri looked around as well but his search was more passive. He was in no rush to get plastered and enjoyed his people watching as they rushed by him on the street.
"Dammit!" Tasuki growled, "Who the hell hides a BAR?"
ChiChiri tapped his finger to his chin in thought, "Well maybe we should ask someone, no da."
"What?" Tasuki asked, "And appear LOST?"
The monk blinked although one couldnt tell through the mask, "Demo..we ARE lost, no da."
Tasuki punched ChiChiri's shoulder, "We're not lost, dammit! The BAR is what's lost!"
"Ow!" the blue haired man rubbed his shoulder as Tasuki placed his fists on his hips, scanning the area again.
"Damn bar.." Tasuki muttered as he searched, his head and body swiveling about as he scanned the buildings.
"Don't just stand there, ChiChiri!" he said without looking, "Help me find it!"
Tasuki waited but there was no reply from the monk, causing him to pause.
"ChiChiri?" he asked, turning to look but seeing no blue haired man anywhere.
"GAH!" Tasuki roared, "Where the hell did he go?!"
Suddenly, the redhead spotted his friend and stormed over to him, dust kicking up with each stomp of his foot.
"Arigatou, no da." ChiChiri bowed to the old man he had been talking to, suddenly getting swiveled around, his face inches from a displeased Tasuki's.
"Did you just ask that man DIRECTIONS?!" Tasuki yelled.
"Uh..heheh.." ChiChiri sweatdropped, "I know where the bar is now, no da."
"That's not the damn po-you do?" Tasuki said, ChiChiri nodding vigourously, "Well lead the way!"
ChiChiri stared at the former thief blankly, "...do you mind setting me down first, no da?"
Tasuki blinked, the two then looking down to see ChiChiri's feet dangling about an inch above the dirt. Tasuki dropped the monk, rubbing the back of his head, "Hehe..gomen. Now lead me to the sake!"
ChiChiri sighed, adjusting his robes as he walked down the street, staff in hand. The pair walked a while until they rounded a corner, the bar now in plain view.
"WOO!! SAKE!" Tasuki cried out, ditching ChiChiri and running full speed to the establishment, the monk left to stand in the street and shake his head.
"I'd better follow him, no da.." he said to himself, letting out a sigh and walking over to the bar.