"What's the matter with you, Shien? Got an ant farm up your ass?"

Shien's eyelids fluttered and Zenon could feel the daggers being glared. "How crude--and no."

"Then what's up with the twitching and shifting around on your seat? Man, you're fuckin' jittery!" Zenon planted his chin in his hand and favoured Shien with a half-smirk.

"Kindly mind your own business." The tone, along with the down-turned mouth suggested that Shien wasn't at all eager to discuss matters.

The door to Homura's room burst open and a very irate Warprince stormed out. "MY LIST SAID VAZELINE, NOT BLOODY WASABI PASTE!!!"

Great Teacher Sanzou Hoshii-sama!

For the umpteenth time Sanzou found himself cornered by that damnable little bishop, saviour and all-round "good guy"; all three of which really got up Sanzou's nose. Enough was enough--it was time for him to teach a lesson.

Hazel yelped as he fell flat on his face, and was instantly weighed down by the taller monk.

"Why so surprised, priest? I break all the other rules, so what made you think this'd be any different?"

"Sanzou-han!"

That whimper was enough to make Sanzou move his hand down underneath Hazel.

The resulting gasp was enough to make him keep it there.