[Rocket is a seething, angry hot mess full of dragon blood and spite right now, which is a great combination. Right now he can only feel the start of it, but he's small and it's quickly growing.
The shaman doesn't seem to notice, only nods, clearly impressed with Sanzo's dedication to even the more mundane aspects of their work, and returns to the altar.
And, as soon as he's gone, Rocket punches Sanzo in the leg with a bit more strength than his already unusually strong body usually musters.] Shut your face, jerk. Now that they've bought this, we still have to do the real work.
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The shaman doesn't seem to notice, only nods, clearly impressed with Sanzo's dedication to even the more mundane aspects of their work, and returns to the altar.
And, as soon as he's gone, Rocket punches Sanzo in the leg with a bit more strength than his already unusually strong body usually musters.] Shut your face, jerk. Now that they've bought this, we still have to do the real work.