#ᵐᵘᵈᵈʸ ᵗᵒᵉᵈ ᵐᵉⁿᵃᶜᵉ Inuyasha
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WAS THE HANYŌ BREAKING & ENTERING? ━ absolutely. inuyasha comes through the window, though he does take a moment to look around before hurling himself in. did feet leave paw prints? yes. they were MUDDY. "where da fuck is he?? ain't he suppose to be at home? 'm hungry." inuyasha, there was such a thing called SCHOOL ━ have you forgotten?
⨯. Unprompted // @gomiokamu
Intuition ━ the very moment he stepped into the front yard of the Fujiwara home, his home, he found himself staring up at the window of his bedroom that could of been opened by Touka-san, however, he was very much sure that the Fujiwara’s were out on a small trip together.
Panic riddled thoughts slowed his movements, hand gentle to rest behind his back, under coat and shirts tail to touch the manmade book in its bag. A weighted existence, a worrisome item but something he could never give up. Already having spoken his truth is wanting to return every inked name within, in the process learning of his grandmother through their memories. A worthy burden.
Still the idea of his home being raided in his absence merely because of the smell, the pull, the knowledge of this book being in the open once again from his Grandmother’s belongings had the newly turned adult shiver. Nyanko-sensei, of course, chose today to be a drinking day and thus, without a bodyguard, Natsume inched closer to the danger. Opening the front door with a rattle, as softly as he could, to enter the genkan.
Eyes trail up the wooden halls, to the stairs around the entrance way and waited. Listening to the thud of footsteps, thankfully, no growling, no screaming for Reiko. Hopefully in that sense, Natsume wasn’t in too much danger. “...Useless bodyguard.” Muttered under his breath as he dared not remove his shoes but made a note to dust the floors if he had the time to clean up after himself.
Venturing to the stairs, on hands and feet, muffling his ascent, he peeked over the edge of the top step to eye his bedroom door. A shadow within neared the wood but didn’t exit and thus Natsume moved to walk the hall, gently and slowly, gripping the pack on his lower back with a tense frown. Hand eased over to the handle of his door and pulls it just so, to peek in. Red, white... muddy feet. Natsume could only close his eyes in... sudden irritation.
But the door was suddenly pulled open for the youth to stare with disdain at the newest... irritant in his life. “...Inuyasha.” With the most heaviest of sighs. What has he said about cleaning ones feet before entering his tatami covered bedroom?! Though the fear of being eaten or harmed was lifted only slight, the tension in his body language was replaced with the wish to punch, though his fingers did indeed curl in readiness to give this idiot canine of a man such a thing, he held back. He knew enough of this creatures power to not to mess with him...
“How... can I help you, this time?”
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