- 23. Line -

"At least consider it!" Kagome half-shouted, half-puffed while speed-walking to keep up with Sesshōmaru's insanely long strides.

"No."

Refusing to take no for an answer, Kagome ran slightly ahead before sharply turning around to block his path, pinballing against students in the crowded hallway of the Lecture Hall in the process. She anticipated this impending trainwreck— all 6 feet, solid build, icy platinum hair, and predatory molten gold orbs kind of train— careening off the tracks at a deadly speed.

"We have to get creative anyway! Don't you want a high score?"

She waved her arms to emphasize 'creative' and 'high score', knowing these power words would at least grab his attention.

A crowd formed around them, but she could care less. Cerulean eyes locked in on her target. Papa always said to keep my eyes on the prize.

Sesshōmaru circumnavigated his way around his pathetic 'roadblock' as he looked askance at her.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

"Away from you."