Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Inuyasha' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): gen.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 110.
First, Rin chews her nails. Her nails usually smell and taste like blood, dirt, and things she doesn't want to name. Her nails are still long enough for a fight or bad itch. Sometimes she can convince Jaken to pull knots and tangles from her hair in exchange for a back scratch.
"You can be a miserable brat," he groans. "I still have a use for you, though."
Rin giggles and scratches harder like that can change her miserable brat status, "I like you too, Master Jaken."
"I never said anything about liking you," he grumbles. "I've had enough scratching. You can go to bed now."
"Sweet dreams, Master Jaken."
