I wrote something else! :3
More Inuyasha dribble... xD
Inuyasha looked over his friend and sighed, picking up an empty jug of sake.
“You treat it like she broke up with you, or something. It's just ten days.”
“Says the one who won't spend New Years alone,” Miroku only slurred a bit, having decent composure and a high tolerance. The older man took another healthy swig of alcohol.
“Sheesh, you're gonna kill your liver that way.” Inuyasha shoved a blanket aside to clear a spot to sit on the couch, rolling his eyes when Miroku took it and held it too his nose. It smelt like Sango's body spray, some kind of flowery scent. Well, if it comforted him, it was harmless.
“I can't explain it...” Miroku muttered.
“Eh?”
“I said I can't explain it,” He repeated, more clearly. “Why this is affecting me like this. I mean, I'm happy she's going on the trip, I really am. But... I guess I'm sounding selfish... You think?”
“Oh yeah, a selfish bastard.” Inuyasha teased, shaking his head. “Nah, you're not selfish.”
“Then what might you call it?”
“Blue balls.”
Miroku chucked a magazine at Inuyasha, frowning.
“I'm just messing!”
“Since when do you make jokes like that? Isn't that my forte?”
Inuyasha shrugged at that, looking down. “Look, it's really out of character for you to mope around like this. Ten days will come and go before you know it.”
“Yeah, I guess you are right...” Miroku yawned a bit, then snuggled up against the arm of the couch, pulling the blanket around his shoulders. He whispered “I'm sorry, my friend.”
“Meh, don't worry about it, lush. Just don't expect me to drag your ass to the toilet if you get sick. You're on your own on that one, got it?”
“Yeah.” Miroku sighed, smiling a little before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Inuyasha shook his head one more time and turned on the television to a baseball game.
Ten days, He thought. How hard could it be?
Inuyasha looked over his friend and sighed, picking up an empty jug of sake.
“You treat it like she broke up with you, or something. It's just ten days.”
“Says the one who won't spend New Years alone,” Miroku only slurred a bit, having decent composure and a high tolerance. The older man took another healthy swig of alcohol.
“Sheesh, you're gonna kill your liver that way.” Inuyasha shoved a blanket aside to clear a spot to sit on the couch, rolling his eyes when Miroku took it and held it too his nose. It smelt like Sango's body spray, some kind of flowery scent. Well, if it comforted him, it was harmless.
“I can't explain it...” Miroku muttered.
“Eh?”
“I said I can't explain it,” He repeated, more clearly. “Why this is affecting me like this. I mean, I'm happy she's going on the trip, I really am. But... I guess I'm sounding selfish... You think?”
“Oh yeah, a selfish bastard.” Inuyasha teased, shaking his head. “Nah, you're not selfish.”
“Then what might you call it?”
“Blue balls.”
Miroku chucked a magazine at Inuyasha, frowning.
“I'm just messing!”
“Since when do you make jokes like that? Isn't that my forte?”
Inuyasha shrugged at that, looking down. “Look, it's really out of character for you to mope around like this. Ten days will come and go before you know it.”
“Yeah, I guess you are right...” Miroku yawned a bit, then snuggled up against the arm of the couch, pulling the blanket around his shoulders. He whispered “I'm sorry, my friend.”
“Meh, don't worry about it, lush. Just don't expect me to drag your ass to the toilet if you get sick. You're on your own on that one, got it?”
“Yeah.” Miroku sighed, smiling a little before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Inuyasha shook his head one more time and turned on the television to a baseball game.
Ten days, He thought. How hard could it be?