Goku opened his eyes blearily, blinking a few times, trying to focus. He was in a bathtub- again. His headphones were somewhere...still playing, and he was sore as hell. He climbed out of the tub, wishing not for the first time this past week that he hadn't slept in it. Stiffly, he made his way out of the room and down the stairs of the inn to the restaurant, picking out the "Sanzo-ikkou" quite easily. He did his best to suppress the more than slightly nautious feeling in his stomach and made his way toward the group. As he sat down in the empty chair next to Sanzo, he pulled his best "stupid, happy monkey" face and predictably complained about his stomach, which gave an appropriate growl, but not from the apparent hunger.
He fought with Gojyo, exchanging childish names and whining to Hakkai, as well as being sure to nick food from Gojyo's plate while he wasn't looking but the others were. Everything was smoothly masked, acted in the height of perfection- until he looked at Sanzo, who was looking right back at him. On Sanzo's face was the barest hint of a mocking smile, threatening and daring all at once. He was paralyzed with horror and dread, and suddenly remembered his already-upset stomach that was making quite a ruckus in his midsection at the moment. He felt himself turn green and muttered to the Gojyo and Hakkai, who were discussing random battle tactics "Gotta go to the bathroom..." and he stood abruptly, forcing himself not to run from the room. When he was safely out of the room and, consequently, out of eyesight, Goku ran for it. Passing people's rooms, the bathroom, what smelled like the kitchen but made his need to retch even worse, out the back door he ran and through the maze of a town until he could hold it in no more. In a somewhat dimmed alleyway in cheapside, he fell to his knees to spill the contents of his stomach violently... There was a lot. Sweaty, slightly chilled, and shaky from the bout of upchucking, Goku moved so that his back was against the rough brick wall, which dug into his back slightly, and so that he was a safe distance from the contents of... well you know. That was where he sat, spilling the tears he'd kept inside of him for too long. As they threatened to overcome him, he let his eyes close, and he rested. The dark dreamless world that claimed him brought no comfort, but it brought no nightmares, either.