Prompt: Deep Roots
Upon opening the door leading out into the hallway, Sesshoumaru found Kagome setting down a petrol canister next to another. Bags of clothes and baby supplies sat off to the side, Takara in a baby carrier strapped to her back.
She glanced behind him at the melted sofa. "Guess we both had the same idea about this place, huh?"
"Hn."
Melting countertops and surfaces with full force, Sesshoumaru took a flame to petroleum covered floors.
Kagome didn't look back once they were outside, having no deep roots to the place.
"My apartment is a mess, but-"
"Messy is ideal," she beamed.