At least, swallowed up in his huge heavy cloak, the gold clasp done up below his throat, Koumyou's not wearing anything he normally might have in an illusion? How often had little Kouryuu ever seen him in anything other than his full robes, or his sleeping clothes?
Not terribly often, surely. Not never, but not often.
The cloak is fully covering the priest's uniform and sutra. He takes in the expression on his son's face, and tips his head a little to one side. Curious and concerned, relieved to see him, full of that background love he'd always had for his boy. There had almost always been a complicated soup going on behind Koumyou's serene or dopey smiles, and that hasn't changed.
"Kouryuu? Er, Genjo. I keep forgetting. Never had the chance to get used to that one, you know?" A pause. "Though I'll probably always call you Kouryuu... I called Goudai Sanzo 'Momo-chan' right up to the end, you know? Can't be helped."
He knows that's probably not the problem here. If Genjo recognized him from Diagad, he'd be acting far more casual about his father's sudden appearance.
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Not terribly often, surely. Not never, but not often.
The cloak is fully covering the priest's uniform and sutra. He takes in the expression on his son's face, and tips his head a little to one side. Curious and concerned, relieved to see him, full of that background love he'd always had for his boy. There had almost always been a complicated soup going on behind Koumyou's serene or dopey smiles, and that hasn't changed.
"Kouryuu? Er, Genjo. I keep forgetting. Never had the chance to get used to that one, you know?" A pause. "Though I'll probably always call you Kouryuu... I called Goudai Sanzo 'Momo-chan' right up to the end, you know? Can't be helped."
He knows that's probably not the problem here. If Genjo recognized him from Diagad, he'd be acting far more casual about his father's sudden appearance.