Gojyo, however, was not enjoying the walk nearly as much as his companion was. In fact, he was all in all rather annoyed. And complained about it. Alot. Everything from his feet being sore to needing a beer to needing to pick up ciggarettes to needing to find a woman to screw. If you could think of a complaint, he had probably already said of it. It certainly didn't help that they were doing all this to the damn monk, of all people.

And if the monk was here, where was the damn monkey? He usually never strayed far from him. Gojyo hated to admit it, but he was worried about the little squirt. For that matter, if Lirin was here, where was the rest of her group? Where was Dokugakuji?

"So, is there just food in there, or did you remember my ciggarettes?" He asked, raising a brow as he peered at the paper bag,