"Propose. You know, get down on one knee, give a sweet speech -though you probably won't, He-Who-Has-An-Icicle-Shoved-Up-His-Ass- give her a ring, she says yes, you two are all lovey dovey, and then you have a nice wedding on the Twenty-third of July. It's a nice day for a white wedding." Ichiro stroked his chin.
"You are mistaken, cousin." Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes, sweeping his golden gaze over the parade again to avoid looking at the male. "Higurashi-san is not my girlfriend. Merely an acquaintance."
"So, that little smooch on cheek earlier?" Ichiro leaned about an inch from his stoic cousin, silver eyes filled with mischief.
"Merely for good luck."
"Kagome-chan is free for the taking then? Excelle-"
"No."
"Sesshy!"
"Top o' the day ta ya, gentlemen, lady." Two boys made an appearance by their seats, one holding a hat, and the other a beat up violin. Four pairs of eyes, two gold, one hazel and one silver turned to stare at the boys.
Both were small, with plum eyes and dirty ginger hair, and large bruises on their arms. The one on the left, with his hair in a braid, had a blossoming a bruise under his eye.
"Can we interest ya in some popcorn? Or some chocolate?" The boy on the right grinned, holding up his box.
