He goes about using shakujou to round up and incapacitate some of the local crawlers. He can't quite shake the quiet. Should be some useless monkey screaming about how the big one's his.

At least no one was trying to shoot the fuckin things.

But this had always been what worked for Gojyo, what settled him. Using his body to accomplish something using his hands, his muscles. He knew he'd never be a smart man but he had a knack for figuring out the practical shit. Taking a hammer and fixing his shitty, rickety stairs or hauling some heavy materials across the yard.

So he feels satisfied, settled in his bones when he brings his haul back for Hakkai like a dog with a bone, pleased to show it off for his master.

"Crab dinner for two?"