Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this short bit of typicality… especially for the one who provides the play-by-play. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on June 12, 2008.
Apology Accepted
The monk gazed speculatively into the nearby branches where Inuyasha sat with his face averted. As the usual dinner chit-chat suffered another awkward lull, Miroku switched his attention to Kagome, whose mouth was set in a grim line. I'm not sure which of them is more miserable right now. Wishing they'd just make up already, he accepted his bowl with a grateful smile that the young woman wanly returned. He was confident Inuyasha wouldn't last much longer. He's fidgeting. That's a good sign.
As if on cue, Inuyasha dropped from his perch and wandered 'inconspicuously' towards the campfire. The monk exchanged a knowing look with Sango, then rapped Shippo's head with a cautionary knuckle. With an elaborate eyeroll, the kit played along, pretending not to notice Inuyasha's approach.
The hanyou crouched nearby, shifted restlessly, edged closer to Kagome, and finally claimed a seat at her side. Miroku wasn't fooled by Inuyasha's remote expression, because the defiant lift of his chin was at odds with the sheepish tilt of his ears. Come on, Kagome. Just one look, the monk inwardly coaxed. You know you can't resist those eyes. Forgive the idiot so we can get back to normal.
Finally, Inuyasha cleared his throat and said, "Oi, Kagome…" She turned, and Miroku practically cheered as the hanyou's pleading eyes visibly tugged at her heartstrings. Glancing away, Inuyasha mumbled, "Is there… any more ramen?"
Kagome's gentle response was accompanied by a collective sigh of relief. "Of course, Inuyasha. I saved you some."
End Note: This drabble was originally written for the Live Journal community iyissekiwa and their prompt for Contest 53—Upset. 249 words.