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ax_mainInu-yasha is VERY DRUNK at the party - making it a great time for Shen to try and befriend him. And it… kinda works. On a trial basis, anyway.
Shen was thinking that it might be time to switch back to soft drinks for a little while; she felt more drunk than she had all night, and she did not want to risk crossing the line between 'nice buzz' and 'puking by the trees over there'. So here she was, sipping a coke on the edge of the party, taking a break from all of the dancing, when she saw that kid Inu-Yasha a little way off, looking a little lost and confused.
And, well. Were those dog ears? Or had somebody spiked her drink?
She blinked a few times, then decided that she might as well brave the obligatory growling to go and check them out from up close. They looked seriously fluffy. She walked over to him and gave him a bright smile, as if there was nothing unusual about starting a conversation with him. "Hey there. Having a good time?"
Inu-yasha was having some trouble focusing at this point. His cheeks were bright red, and he'd lost his sweatshirt at some point. Not that he missed it, he still felt hot, but...
He blinked heavily as someone spoke to him - the girl with the bird wings. Huh. She'd never talked to him before. "Hm?" His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. "Oh, yeah, I guess..."
"You look a little..." Shen frowned now that she was getting a better look at him, rather than focusing on his (super cute) ears. "You wanna sit down somewhere?"
"Why?" he asked, genuinely confused, one ear flicking around to listen to another part of the party.
"You look kind of unsteady," Shen told him with a faint grimace.
"What? M'fine," Inu-yasha told her, aiming for confident as he puffed out his chest a bit.
Shen tried really hard not to laugh, but could not quite hold back her smile. "Sure, yeah."
Inu-yasha blinked at her - he liked her smile - and a small smile of his own tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're the girl with the bird wings," he said, with just a bit of a slur, gesturing over her shoulder.
"You're the guy with the -" fluffy ears? "- sharper claws than mine," Shen shot back, lips twitching. "Come on, come and have a seat with me for a minute? My feet are killing me." Total lie, but she'd just switched her feet back from talons to sell it.
"You have claws...?" Inu-yasha was going to follow her wherever, but he was curious now. He put a finger under her soda, lifting it to his eye level to peer at her fingers.
Shen dutifully shifted the hand he was peering at. It wasn't just the shape that changed (and look at how she was still holding the can, she had gotten so good at this!), but also the texture, skin hardening, nails toughening and sharpening. "Talons, technically, actually."
Inu-yasha's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open in unguarded, almost child-like amazement. "Whoa! That's-- how'd'ya change 'em like that?" He looked at his own other hand (with only a second of trouble focusing his eyes), wondering why his didn't do that. "I don't think mine'll do that..."
"The others' wings stay put," Shen answered, smiling with warm amusement at his reaction. "I come with attachable options or something."
He was frowning at his own hand, but brought his eyes back to hers, head tilting slightly in the other direction this time. "Are you a, uh," he couldn't think of the word he wanted, some specific type of bird, but... oh well... "bird demon?"
Shen shifted her hand back, frowning at the question, but an amused, surprised sort of smile. He hadn't seriously just asked that, had he? "What? No."
"Huh? Why not?" It was like magic, the things she could do, and the way it made her look. She could be hanyou, like him.
"What do you mean, why not?" she asked, her frown turning more honestly confused. "I'm just not. We're mutants, not demons."
"Yeah. Both." He frowned. Now that he said it, maybe it was confusing after all? "Not the Hell ones." He'd come to think of those ones as oni, monsters. "Like youkai."
"I don't know what youkai are," Shen answered honestly. She was hoping he wasn't doing the usually white thing of assuming all Asians knew everything about every Asian culture.
Shit, if she wasn't Japanese, he had no clue how to explain... "Uh, monsters and, um, spirits I guess?"
"Well, I'm not a monster, or a spirit," Shen replied, frown growing more serious now. "And I don't think you are either." To be fair, youkai were probably something English had no good translation for, but that he had chosen the word monster did not bode well for the way he viewed himself. Or other mutants.
"Course I am," Inu-yasha replied, brow furrowing. "What else would youkai be?"
"I don't know, but you don't seem like a monster," Shen replied, no-nonsense about it.
He shook his head (and the whole world seemed to slosh a bit), pouting. "My name is dog demon," he told her, still trying to explain, to make sense of it. "They called me monster... dunno, long as I can remember..."
Oh god. He was breaking her heart. Shen swallowed, reached out to lay a hand on his arm, then told him, "Well, they were wrong. I'm calling you beautiful."
Inu-yasha looked like she'd slapped him, eyes wide with confusion. Beautiful?! "Whaa-- what the hell?!"
Shen was back to frowning in confusion. "What do you mean, what the hell?"
"B- beautiful?!" His already-red cheeks seemed to flush even more, but he was completely confused.
"Yeah," Shen confirmed, still not sure what the big deal was. "There's nothing monstrous about you. Not the claws, not the eyes, not the ears. It's all... beautiful." She wasn't sure repeating that word was such a good idea, but it was true, so there she went.
"M'not beautiful!" Inu-yasha was looking way now, glaring at the ground, then at his claws again. "I'm tough, an'... scary, an' shit."
"Tough can totally be beautiful," Shen replied, since she had to spell these things out. She damn well hoped she was both tough and beautiful. "I'm just saying, you're not a monster. Whoever kept telling you that were mutant-hating assholes."
To Inu-yasha, 'beautiful' was for flowers and girls, worlds away from anything he was. He didn't get what she was telling him. "Everyone told me that," he replied softly, meeting her eyes again. They couldn't all be wrong...
"Well, everyone was freaking wrong," she told him firmly.
His head tilted to one side, and he frowned, not sure if he could believe her. "...all of them?"
"All of them," she confirmed without a second's hesitation.
Inu-yasha's ears drooped a bit, sadness spreading in a child-like way over his (still very red) face. "I didn't wanna be a monster..."
Shen reached out again, laying a hand on his arm. "You're not." And, thinking of what Clarice had told her of their encounter... "You don't have to be."
He frowned, still looking sad. "Dunno how to be anything else. S'not safe..." He shook his head, just a little, then looked down at her hand. It was so weird to be touched, but he didn't want it to stop either.
Shen squeezed his arm, then pulled her hand back, misinterpreting his look as him not welcoming the touch. "But you're safe here."
His lips pouted slightly when she took her hand away, but her words distracted him. "No m'not," he mumbled back, looking confused again. "Nowhere's safe, someone always wants..." He frowned again, not entirely sure what word he wanted.
"You're not in any danger here," Shen assured him. "No one's going to come for you." Or whatever it was he was scared of. She couldn't begin to imagine what his life must've been like, seriously.
Inu-yasha frowned, as deep in thought as he could currently manage - so deep, that a second later he wobbled and ended up on his ass. Which was a surprise, and he glanced down at the grass like he was surprised to see it, but he shook it off, because sitting was fine too. "Alone is safe," he said, as if he'd just made that decision.
Shen folded her knees to sit beside him, wings rearranging themselves in the best way possible. "Alone is lonely. And a lot less safe than with friends who have your back."
Completely unthinking, Inu-yasha leaned toward her when she sat next to him, their shoulders touching though he was looking out at the party. "Protection has a price," he said, with a certainty that suggested he was quoting.
"Yeah," Shen agreed without missing a beat. She stretched one of her wings out behind him, just in case he toppled backwards... and okay, because it seemed to fit what she was saying. "You gotta have each other's back."
He turned toward her with a frown, not realizing how close their faces were. "Wha, no... that's not..." Then he flushed even deeper red, completely stunned at how close she was, the soft smell of her… He snapped his head forward again, glaring down at the grass in front of him, blushing all the way to his ears.
Shen took a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened; she was well on her way to drunk herself as well, all right? Then she leaned away just slightly, resting some of her weight on the wings tilted behind her back. "What is it, then?"
"People... they're either strong, an' they want something from you," Inu-yasha said, working hard to keep his thought straight. "Or they're weak, and they wanna use you. S'why I got strong, so I don' need anyone..."
He looked over at her again, but just enough that he could see her out of the corner of his eye, careful after his last mistake.
"Okay." Shen nodded, and looked over at him curiously, head tilted to the side much like a bird. "So which one am I?"
Inu-yasha, it turned out, was entirely too drunk for this. Frowning, he turned to meet her eyes again, only to get sidetracked by how pretty she was, how nice she smelled... "Huh?"
"Am I strong and I want something from you, or am I weak and I wanna use you?" Shen asked, determined to make him answer her... or think about it, anyway. Sure, he was drunk, but she was buzzed, so she hadn't thought it through all the way.
Inu-yasha's eyes narrowed. This... felt like a trap. "M'stronger than you," he said, carefully as he could. "You can't make me do anythin' I don't wanna..."
"You don't know how strong I am," Shen pointed out. ...except that wasn't the point at all. Stay focused, Shen. She shook her head. "But whatever. All I want - all I'm hoping for - is to maybe be friends. I don't want to use you, or make you do anything."
"...really?" he asked, a little wide-eyed. It was a genuine question, because she seemed like she was being honest. He frowned, looking away as his mind managed to pull up vague reasons not to believe it. "But you have money and stuff... why would you wanna be friends with me?"
"What's money got to do with it?" Shen asked with an honestly confused frown.
"Means you don' need a friend like me," Inu-yasha ventured, not entirely sure now that he was saying it. Also he was sidetracked by how her face changed when she frowned.
"If I was friends with people based on money, I would not be friends with Warren, trust me," Shen assured him. She nudged her shoulder against his gently. "What about you? Could you use a friend like me?"
Inu-yasha couldn't remember which one was Warren right now, but it didn't seem to matter. He blinked at her, blushing softly. "...I don' have friends."
"Do you want one?" Shen asked gently, eyebrows raised hopefully.
He looked at the ground again, trying to think, and he couldn't when she was looking at him like that. "I..." No one had ever asked him something like that (or he didn't think so, but everything was so fuzzy).
"You don't have to answer now," Shen told him, when it became clear that he was having a lot of trouble doing so. "I can check in in a couple of days or something." He'd be seriously hungover tomorrow, so best to leave it until... ugh, Monday, classes.
He was still frowning at the grass. "But why?" He looked up at her again. "Why'd'you wanna be my friend? I don't get it..."
"We gotta stick together," Shen replied after a moment. "And it looks to me like you could use a friend. If I can help you figure out why they're good to have, that'll make me happy." She gave him a small, hopeful smile.
Inu-yasha liked it when she smiled, and his own lips started to twitch upward. He caught it though. "I've always been on my own. M'better off that way."
"How do you know?" Shen challenged gently. "If you've always been on your own, how do you know that it's better?"
"Just is," he replied, but didn't sound totally certain. It had always seemed so important, but the way she said things had him all confused.
"You could give me a trial run," Shen suggested. "Just to make sure."
Inu-yasha squinted at her, not entirely following. All of this was way more thinking than he wanted to be doing right now.
Finally, he relented. "Yeah, okay I guess."
"What do you say, a month? Two?" Shen asked, actually taking that trial run quite literally.
"Huh? I dunno," Inu-yasha replied, totally confused. What was normal for things like this? ...was any of this normal?
"Let's say a month," Shen decided. "Not too long, not too short. Work for you?"
"Fine, whatever," Inu-yasha said petulantly, not sure what he was agreeing to, and kind of embarrassed now.
"Trial friends for a month," Shen pronounced with a firm nod. "You're on. Shake on it?" She shifted her hand into a talon before holding out to him, in case he felt self-conscious about his claws.
Inu-yasha looked at her hand warily, but shook it, quickly, before pulling it back abruptly. It wasn't the talon, he just wasn't used to touching other people.
Shen watched him curiously for a second, but didn't ask. She had a whole month, no need to push too much tonight! "Well, friend, do you want to come and dance a bit? Sweat off some of that alcohol?"
"N-no, no way!" Inu-yasha looked at her with wide eyes, like she'd suggested jumping off a cliff.
Shen laughed in surprise. "Okay, okay, no dancing." She was still smiling as she looked at him. "What do you wanna do, then?" They were friends, they really should hang out a little! Or had they hung out enough as it was? She didn't want to push and make him uncomfortable. Hm.
"I'm-- m'gonna go," he told her, still looking kind of scared.
"Oh." She looked crestfallen for a moment, but then she schooled her features over into a smile. "Of course. No problem. They say drinking water before bed helps with the hangover, by the way," she added as she pushed up to her feet.
Inu-yasha watched her stand, kind of captivated watching her wings moving. "Whoa..."
Shen frowned, wondering what the matter was. "What?"
Inu-yasha blushed and stood up, wobbling for a moment but getting his feet. "Your wings," he mumbled, "they're amazin'..."
"I know!" Shen grinned, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at him. "Thank you."
Inu-yasha blushed again - why'd he keep saying stupid shit?? - and looked away. Right, going. "Gonna go now..."
"Okay," Shen told him, her grin tampened down into a smile. "I'll see you soon! Friend."
Still totally red, Inu-yasha mumbled a response and took off in literally any direction that would take him away from her. If he could just get out of here, away from all the people, maybe things would start making sense again...
"Wai..." Shen pouted when he was already too far off. Well. They'd take a selfie another time.
Shen was thinking that it might be time to switch back to soft drinks for a little while; she felt more drunk than she had all night, and she did not want to risk crossing the line between 'nice buzz' and 'puking by the trees over there'. So here she was, sipping a coke on the edge of the party, taking a break from all of the dancing, when she saw that kid Inu-Yasha a little way off, looking a little lost and confused.
And, well. Were those dog ears? Or had somebody spiked her drink?
She blinked a few times, then decided that she might as well brave the obligatory growling to go and check them out from up close. They looked seriously fluffy. She walked over to him and gave him a bright smile, as if there was nothing unusual about starting a conversation with him. "Hey there. Having a good time?"
Inu-yasha was having some trouble focusing at this point. His cheeks were bright red, and he'd lost his sweatshirt at some point. Not that he missed it, he still felt hot, but...
He blinked heavily as someone spoke to him - the girl with the bird wings. Huh. She'd never talked to him before. "Hm?" His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. "Oh, yeah, I guess..."
"You look a little..." Shen frowned now that she was getting a better look at him, rather than focusing on his (super cute) ears. "You wanna sit down somewhere?"
"Why?" he asked, genuinely confused, one ear flicking around to listen to another part of the party.
"You look kind of unsteady," Shen told him with a faint grimace.
"What? M'fine," Inu-yasha told her, aiming for confident as he puffed out his chest a bit.
Shen tried really hard not to laugh, but could not quite hold back her smile. "Sure, yeah."
Inu-yasha blinked at her - he liked her smile - and a small smile of his own tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're the girl with the bird wings," he said, with just a bit of a slur, gesturing over her shoulder.
"You're the guy with the -" fluffy ears? "- sharper claws than mine," Shen shot back, lips twitching. "Come on, come and have a seat with me for a minute? My feet are killing me." Total lie, but she'd just switched her feet back from talons to sell it.
"You have claws...?" Inu-yasha was going to follow her wherever, but he was curious now. He put a finger under her soda, lifting it to his eye level to peer at her fingers.
Shen dutifully shifted the hand he was peering at. It wasn't just the shape that changed (and look at how she was still holding the can, she had gotten so good at this!), but also the texture, skin hardening, nails toughening and sharpening. "Talons, technically, actually."
Inu-yasha's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open in unguarded, almost child-like amazement. "Whoa! That's-- how'd'ya change 'em like that?" He looked at his own other hand (with only a second of trouble focusing his eyes), wondering why his didn't do that. "I don't think mine'll do that..."
"The others' wings stay put," Shen answered, smiling with warm amusement at his reaction. "I come with attachable options or something."
He was frowning at his own hand, but brought his eyes back to hers, head tilting slightly in the other direction this time. "Are you a, uh," he couldn't think of the word he wanted, some specific type of bird, but... oh well... "bird demon?"
Shen shifted her hand back, frowning at the question, but an amused, surprised sort of smile. He hadn't seriously just asked that, had he? "What? No."
"Huh? Why not?" It was like magic, the things she could do, and the way it made her look. She could be hanyou, like him.
"What do you mean, why not?" she asked, her frown turning more honestly confused. "I'm just not. We're mutants, not demons."
"Yeah. Both." He frowned. Now that he said it, maybe it was confusing after all? "Not the Hell ones." He'd come to think of those ones as oni, monsters. "Like youkai."
"I don't know what youkai are," Shen answered honestly. She was hoping he wasn't doing the usually white thing of assuming all Asians knew everything about every Asian culture.
Shit, if she wasn't Japanese, he had no clue how to explain... "Uh, monsters and, um, spirits I guess?"
"Well, I'm not a monster, or a spirit," Shen replied, frown growing more serious now. "And I don't think you are either." To be fair, youkai were probably something English had no good translation for, but that he had chosen the word monster did not bode well for the way he viewed himself. Or other mutants.
"Course I am," Inu-yasha replied, brow furrowing. "What else would youkai be?"
"I don't know, but you don't seem like a monster," Shen replied, no-nonsense about it.
He shook his head (and the whole world seemed to slosh a bit), pouting. "My name is dog demon," he told her, still trying to explain, to make sense of it. "They called me monster... dunno, long as I can remember..."
Oh god. He was breaking her heart. Shen swallowed, reached out to lay a hand on his arm, then told him, "Well, they were wrong. I'm calling you beautiful."
Inu-yasha looked like she'd slapped him, eyes wide with confusion. Beautiful?! "Whaa-- what the hell?!"
Shen was back to frowning in confusion. "What do you mean, what the hell?"
"B- beautiful?!" His already-red cheeks seemed to flush even more, but he was completely confused.
"Yeah," Shen confirmed, still not sure what the big deal was. "There's nothing monstrous about you. Not the claws, not the eyes, not the ears. It's all... beautiful." She wasn't sure repeating that word was such a good idea, but it was true, so there she went.
"M'not beautiful!" Inu-yasha was looking way now, glaring at the ground, then at his claws again. "I'm tough, an'... scary, an' shit."
"Tough can totally be beautiful," Shen replied, since she had to spell these things out. She damn well hoped she was both tough and beautiful. "I'm just saying, you're not a monster. Whoever kept telling you that were mutant-hating assholes."
To Inu-yasha, 'beautiful' was for flowers and girls, worlds away from anything he was. He didn't get what she was telling him. "Everyone told me that," he replied softly, meeting her eyes again. They couldn't all be wrong...
"Well, everyone was freaking wrong," she told him firmly.
His head tilted to one side, and he frowned, not sure if he could believe her. "...all of them?"
"All of them," she confirmed without a second's hesitation.
Inu-yasha's ears drooped a bit, sadness spreading in a child-like way over his (still very red) face. "I didn't wanna be a monster..."
Shen reached out again, laying a hand on his arm. "You're not." And, thinking of what Clarice had told her of their encounter... "You don't have to be."
He frowned, still looking sad. "Dunno how to be anything else. S'not safe..." He shook his head, just a little, then looked down at her hand. It was so weird to be touched, but he didn't want it to stop either.
Shen squeezed his arm, then pulled her hand back, misinterpreting his look as him not welcoming the touch. "But you're safe here."
His lips pouted slightly when she took her hand away, but her words distracted him. "No m'not," he mumbled back, looking confused again. "Nowhere's safe, someone always wants..." He frowned again, not entirely sure what word he wanted.
"You're not in any danger here," Shen assured him. "No one's going to come for you." Or whatever it was he was scared of. She couldn't begin to imagine what his life must've been like, seriously.
Inu-yasha frowned, as deep in thought as he could currently manage - so deep, that a second later he wobbled and ended up on his ass. Which was a surprise, and he glanced down at the grass like he was surprised to see it, but he shook it off, because sitting was fine too. "Alone is safe," he said, as if he'd just made that decision.
Shen folded her knees to sit beside him, wings rearranging themselves in the best way possible. "Alone is lonely. And a lot less safe than with friends who have your back."
Completely unthinking, Inu-yasha leaned toward her when she sat next to him, their shoulders touching though he was looking out at the party. "Protection has a price," he said, with a certainty that suggested he was quoting.
"Yeah," Shen agreed without missing a beat. She stretched one of her wings out behind him, just in case he toppled backwards... and okay, because it seemed to fit what she was saying. "You gotta have each other's back."
He turned toward her with a frown, not realizing how close their faces were. "Wha, no... that's not..." Then he flushed even deeper red, completely stunned at how close she was, the soft smell of her… He snapped his head forward again, glaring down at the grass in front of him, blushing all the way to his ears.
Shen took a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened; she was well on her way to drunk herself as well, all right? Then she leaned away just slightly, resting some of her weight on the wings tilted behind her back. "What is it, then?"
"People... they're either strong, an' they want something from you," Inu-yasha said, working hard to keep his thought straight. "Or they're weak, and they wanna use you. S'why I got strong, so I don' need anyone..."
He looked over at her again, but just enough that he could see her out of the corner of his eye, careful after his last mistake.
"Okay." Shen nodded, and looked over at him curiously, head tilted to the side much like a bird. "So which one am I?"
Inu-yasha, it turned out, was entirely too drunk for this. Frowning, he turned to meet her eyes again, only to get sidetracked by how pretty she was, how nice she smelled... "Huh?"
"Am I strong and I want something from you, or am I weak and I wanna use you?" Shen asked, determined to make him answer her... or think about it, anyway. Sure, he was drunk, but she was buzzed, so she hadn't thought it through all the way.
Inu-yasha's eyes narrowed. This... felt like a trap. "M'stronger than you," he said, carefully as he could. "You can't make me do anythin' I don't wanna..."
"You don't know how strong I am," Shen pointed out. ...except that wasn't the point at all. Stay focused, Shen. She shook her head. "But whatever. All I want - all I'm hoping for - is to maybe be friends. I don't want to use you, or make you do anything."
"...really?" he asked, a little wide-eyed. It was a genuine question, because she seemed like she was being honest. He frowned, looking away as his mind managed to pull up vague reasons not to believe it. "But you have money and stuff... why would you wanna be friends with me?"
"What's money got to do with it?" Shen asked with an honestly confused frown.
"Means you don' need a friend like me," Inu-yasha ventured, not entirely sure now that he was saying it. Also he was sidetracked by how her face changed when she frowned.
"If I was friends with people based on money, I would not be friends with Warren, trust me," Shen assured him. She nudged her shoulder against his gently. "What about you? Could you use a friend like me?"
Inu-yasha couldn't remember which one was Warren right now, but it didn't seem to matter. He blinked at her, blushing softly. "...I don' have friends."
"Do you want one?" Shen asked gently, eyebrows raised hopefully.
He looked at the ground again, trying to think, and he couldn't when she was looking at him like that. "I..." No one had ever asked him something like that (or he didn't think so, but everything was so fuzzy).
"You don't have to answer now," Shen told him, when it became clear that he was having a lot of trouble doing so. "I can check in in a couple of days or something." He'd be seriously hungover tomorrow, so best to leave it until... ugh, Monday, classes.
He was still frowning at the grass. "But why?" He looked up at her again. "Why'd'you wanna be my friend? I don't get it..."
"We gotta stick together," Shen replied after a moment. "And it looks to me like you could use a friend. If I can help you figure out why they're good to have, that'll make me happy." She gave him a small, hopeful smile.
Inu-yasha liked it when she smiled, and his own lips started to twitch upward. He caught it though. "I've always been on my own. M'better off that way."
"How do you know?" Shen challenged gently. "If you've always been on your own, how do you know that it's better?"
"Just is," he replied, but didn't sound totally certain. It had always seemed so important, but the way she said things had him all confused.
"You could give me a trial run," Shen suggested. "Just to make sure."
Inu-yasha squinted at her, not entirely following. All of this was way more thinking than he wanted to be doing right now.
Finally, he relented. "Yeah, okay I guess."
"What do you say, a month? Two?" Shen asked, actually taking that trial run quite literally.
"Huh? I dunno," Inu-yasha replied, totally confused. What was normal for things like this? ...was any of this normal?
"Let's say a month," Shen decided. "Not too long, not too short. Work for you?"
"Fine, whatever," Inu-yasha said petulantly, not sure what he was agreeing to, and kind of embarrassed now.
"Trial friends for a month," Shen pronounced with a firm nod. "You're on. Shake on it?" She shifted her hand into a talon before holding out to him, in case he felt self-conscious about his claws.
Inu-yasha looked at her hand warily, but shook it, quickly, before pulling it back abruptly. It wasn't the talon, he just wasn't used to touching other people.
Shen watched him curiously for a second, but didn't ask. She had a whole month, no need to push too much tonight! "Well, friend, do you want to come and dance a bit? Sweat off some of that alcohol?"
"N-no, no way!" Inu-yasha looked at her with wide eyes, like she'd suggested jumping off a cliff.
Shen laughed in surprise. "Okay, okay, no dancing." She was still smiling as she looked at him. "What do you wanna do, then?" They were friends, they really should hang out a little! Or had they hung out enough as it was? She didn't want to push and make him uncomfortable. Hm.
"I'm-- m'gonna go," he told her, still looking kind of scared.
"Oh." She looked crestfallen for a moment, but then she schooled her features over into a smile. "Of course. No problem. They say drinking water before bed helps with the hangover, by the way," she added as she pushed up to her feet.
Inu-yasha watched her stand, kind of captivated watching her wings moving. "Whoa..."
Shen frowned, wondering what the matter was. "What?"
Inu-yasha blushed and stood up, wobbling for a moment but getting his feet. "Your wings," he mumbled, "they're amazin'..."
"I know!" Shen grinned, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at him. "Thank you."
Inu-yasha blushed again - why'd he keep saying stupid shit?? - and looked away. Right, going. "Gonna go now..."
"Okay," Shen told him, her grin tampened down into a smile. "I'll see you soon! Friend."
Still totally red, Inu-yasha mumbled a response and took off in literally any direction that would take him away from her. If he could just get out of here, away from all the people, maybe things would start making sense again...
"Wai..." Shen pouted when he was already too far off. Well. They'd take a selfie another time.
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Date: 2017-09-24 07:58 pm (UTC)Illyana would, however, like to point out to Inu-Yasha that she Thought they were friends. At least kinda. Maybe. What does she know about it, anyway?
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Date: 2017-09-24 09:01 pm (UTC)Which is pretty damn good, all things considered!! XD