Title: Resistance
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Character/s: Watanuki, Kudagitsune-whose-name-has-slipped-my-mind.
Words: 245
Notes: 50k30days, 8th Oct.

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Watanuki would have been the first - well, one of the first, because knowing Yuuko and Mokona and everyone else he knew, someone would get in with a snide remark before he could open his mouth - to tell you that his moods were rather fickle, and that he was easily aggravated and easily placated and easily distracted. It didn't take a lot to throw him off, but it didn't take much to get him back on-track, either, most of the time.

Most of the time. There were certain situations with cumulative effects.

The fact that Yuuko had two separate, but equally abyssal, stomachs for alcohol and for snacks was one of those. Another was that guy, Doumeki, but don't even get him started on that, because it makes his throat knot up and his eye twitch and his toes curl.

He's learned not to care what he looks like to other people, because there's no way to escape being thought of as weird if you spend half your born days wrestling with what other people see as 'thin air'. He's learned not to care, but there's a difference between wrestling and just squirming, he thinks; there's a difference between dodging, and just fidgeting.

He must look very immature right now, he thinks, but with the pipe fox spirit's tail dangling and twitching at the sensitive small of his back, he doesn't have much choice but to be thought of as completely and utterly crazy.