"Guess it would be kinda hard talkin' in a completely different way than what ya grew up with."
Her country didn't even exist in this time period. Only reason he knew about it was due to how he was equally as capable as Kagome at visiting the time period Janis came from. Had to come up with stupid excuses for why he looked the way he did. Still hated wearing a hat with a burning passion, only took twenty or thirty minutes with that thing on before his ears ached.
But if it made her happy, he'd manage. He'd been through a lot worse in terms of pain than his ears throbbing from being held tight together within the confines of a baseball cap.
Well, he'd been right, but not in the way he thought he was. She had been talking about him. Just that it wasn't his hair he'd have expected to be talked about. Golden eyes shifting upwards, the half demon just sort of stared at his bangs. Silver as always. A few moments pass, he'd never really paid attention before.
"Guess it is kinda shiny."
Curiosity laced his tone, a clawed hand raised, as to poke at the top of his own head, his ears swiveling as to avoid the touch so he could properly test her theory. Soft, too. Just a demonic trait, though he didn't really think about it. Both his hair, his ears, they were fine as silk to the touch. Maybe it had something to do with his father. Arm lowering back to his side, a light shrug rolled off his shoulders.
Though his expression is more notably one of that same curiosity he'd spoken with.
"Ya mean that stuff in bottles? No way I'd ever use somethin' like that, water works well enough by itself. The houses in your era may have your own personal hot springs, but all that stuff near 'em, I wouldn't touch it even if I could."
Inuyasha's nose clearly scrunched. An astute, vivid memory of the first time Kagome had tried to get him to use shampoo. Claimed it was as weak as they came with smell, and yet just the open bottle had him gagging.
"Anyway, I got my hair from my dad. Guess it's a demon thing. Just kinda wash the blood 'n all that out in a river when it gets annoying. 'S just hair, nothin' special about it."
Leading to the arch in his eyebrow. Why would she be asking about his hair? Hadn't really crossed his mind until just now, after he'd commented, more so to himself than trying to really explain anything, that she was asking about his hair, without mentioning some kind of desire for her own to reflect the praise she'd expressed for his long, silver locks.
Arms folding, the man leaned in slightly.
"...What, ya wanna wash yer hair right now or somethin'? I think it's a little cold for that, yer still half human, too."
