𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝. if only this cute skirt had a pocket. and hadn’t that been her only complaint about it when she bought it with usagi, too? she should’ve listened to her instincts. instincts she can lament about ignoring later. the full weight of sango’s bullseye feels heavy. dead center on her forehead no less and maybe bringing up boner guy was a dirty tactic and one that could easily backfire, but she’d been desperate. kagome’s nose wrinkles.
❝ well, what else am i supposed to call him? romeo? you know he dies at the end of that play, that’s not very romantic, go-chan! ❞ tucking her phone into her blouse, and subsequently her bra, despite the lack of good that did her, her hands found her hips she could counter the tiger’s energy with her own combat. ❝ wait, wait … he didn’t ask you, but you did ask him? you’re picking and choosing things to tell me right now. doing that thing you do!❞
kagome squints, pointing a finger right back at sango.
❝ i’m not saying anything, okay … i’m just saying that you know what you want and you don’t waste time and that’s a good thing! this guy better know he’s lucky if you want him. and if he doesn’t? i have two fists he can come have a talk with.❞ comically, stupidly, she lifts up both her fists and waves them in the air, eyes twinkling with mirth.
It was right about now an errant thought passed her awareness, and while externally Sango remained poise and braced for anything. Internally, however; I miss Usagi... It feels suddenly so spacious in this apartment. Was it always this big?
Where IS Usagi anyway??
Blinking as Kagome once again sped off in a rush of words, which Sango had no problem keeping up with... So long as she remained focused and not thinking about how close Kagome was - any sort of connection between the two could be USED and not for the happy reasons. “Romeo? Well, of course you’d jump -- I know he dies! Are you trying to curse me right now?” Her hand lifted now to rub her mouth with her palm, as if to scrub the humor out of her sails. Trying not to laugh and keep a serious face was one thing, but against Kagome it was entirely unfair and uncharted.
Her hand dropped again, Sango’s poker face secured.
This wasn’t about HER; this was about Kagome walking around on cloud nine.
“That thing I do? Haha I am not choosing, Kagome! - you’re asking the wrong questions.” Unable to hold it anymore, Sango snickered and shook her head knowing it was typically a poor move to show ones hand like that - but this was Kagome, and it was so stupidly charming and characteristically perfect.
“Your boob is square now.”
