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Without a word, Goku’s clothes were immediately on the floor and the western priest arched an eyebrow at what he was seeing. “Oh my.” Came the usual drawl, but it was somehow more of a purr than normal. “I thought dear Gato’s rifle was the end all and be all of all manner of weaponry but I guess some people are conceal carrying some very special orders.”
Hazel waited for the usual confusion to appear on the other party’s face as what was wont to happen when he pulled out one of his more abstract metaphors but the slight smirk on the other man’s face told him that for once, he was perfectly understood. He could see the change in Goku’s expression as the usual carefree grin arched more into something lewd. “Sanzo almost said the same thing. Only not as fancy.”
Now that he was compared upfront to his newfound nemesis, Hazel couldn’t help but to glower slightly. “But lil sugar plum fairy’s not here now, isn’t he?” Almost against his will, the platinum blond carefully sauntered his way over, dropping a delighted smirk as he flicked his hair out of his face. “And I bet he doesn’t have as much practice as I have on being on his knees.”