The night was damp and dreary. Of course, normally it wouldn't have mattered... rain was just water, right? But Sesshoumaru just couldn't bring himself to walk back outside after spending almost an hour drying off. Not that his "companion" had been any help... Honestly Sesshoumaru couldn't think why he bothered coming around Naraku. The spider was unpleasant, ill-mannered and devious. Not exactly the sort to cause a mad rush of lust or affection. Naraku wasn't affectionate either. Just another of his bad qualities, although no matter how long he thought about it, Sesshoumaru couldn't think why he even wanted Naraku's affections. The spider's personality was repellent and his last transformation had left him with, Sesshoumaru shuddered to think of them, tentacles. He stared at the rain again, then with an unfamilier feeling of defeat, returned to Naraku's bedroom.

"Staying?" Naraku asked, sitting up. Sesshoumaru notied he was still undressed and the tenticles were writhing on the bed, spilling over onto the floor. He scowled.

"Yes." He walked over, sidestepping the longest extremity and sitting near Naraku. He hated this room... would it kill Naraku to not leave his bed as the only place to sit? The spider yawned and wrinkled his face for a moment. His jaw must have popped, Sesshoumaru thought. He was surprised it had taken so long. The expression was... appealing. Sesshoumaru mentally weighed it against the unappealing features Naraku had. It wasn't much... but it made a slight dent in the mystery of why he kept coming back to the half-demon. "I thought these were shorter?" He commented, since Naraku refused to make further conversation. he prodded a tenticle with his foot and it shivered, then drew away.

"They lenghten, they retract... there's no bones to limit the size." Naraku said boredly. Sesshoumaru noticed they were much thinner than before. He had no idea if this mattered. He swatted one as it crept up his remaining arm. Naraku smirked when he did, and Sesshoumaru remembered why he disliked the creature. But then Naraku stretched, leaning backwards and reasoning disappeared.

"Damned thing." He growled and crawled over, laying down beside him. "I'm weary of you."

"Of course you are." Naraku smiled