It was the alcohol, Kagome decided, that was causing all bearings to be forgotten.
Because right now, she was in the midst of dabbing at stains on the front of her date's pale-grey shirt – courtesy of the wine being expelled from her sudden snort – while simultaneously trying – and failing – at containing her bout of laughter.
"I'm s-sorry," she wheezed between breaths, clearly still not over a case of the funnies. "But Shakespeare? Really?"
Despite obvious mocking, he didn't mind at all, enjoying the attention of her palms running across his chest, trying to wipe clean every drop with a napkin.
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Originally Posted: September 29, 2021