Originally Posted by
Cyke
As the others gathered, Zaofan saw Sarada in the distance, and the evening's...revealing...events flashed back in his mind. He resisted the urge to go over and say hi, trying to rationalize to himself that, no, entering into anything with Sarada would be a bad idea all around. Still, it did lead to one mind blowing self-training session the night before. It was good that she was fully clothed, so that Zaofan could concentrate on more important things.
Zaofan overheard the conversation but dared not to enter. He felt a tinge of jealousy, looking at her and Jack, but again he had to reason it out to himself.
1. Okay, remember, do not hook up with Sarada.
2. Sarada doesn't even like me like that, okay? And that's the way I want it!
3. She likes Jack. Jack is cool. I like Jack, don't I?
4. I've nothing against Jack! Jack's my friend!
5. Stop it. Stop it! I'm in my head too much.
6. Maybe some tea will help? Oh, I always have tea, though.
7. When was the last time that I meditated? Oh, this morning. DAMMIT!
Zaofan also did not realize that, while he was still in his head, the others had moved on to the briefing.
Eva, eh? Note that for later.
"Excuse me, Mr. Pantaloon," Zaofan said, raising his hand and index finger. "You've been a great host no matter where we go. But a good host needs rest, too. I could maybe whip something up for you to eat before you go to bed, if you'd like."
"I have to concur with Meagan here. If Balon is a trained monk, how powerful are we looking at here? What if he resists?"
Zaofan then scratched his chin. "But how do we address the blackmail part, as well? What does Battersea have on him? And how should we adjust the team then?"