This one's 0.146 of a picture. So sue me.
The Adult Swim Commercials Were Right About the Ears
There had been little...indications. The tree climbing. The slit pupils.
The damage to the furniture. The smells. The shredded Sunday newspaper. The
little holes that appeared in her pantyhose after she hand-washed them and
hung them up to dry. The strange fixation with string. The thing about
sitting on top of the warm television set. The tendency to suddenly and
inexplicably stare at a perfectly empty spot slightly over her head. The
fact that every time she cooked something really tasty, he grabbed it in
his teeth and hid under the dining room table to eat it. The fact that none
of their friends were willing to come with them to the beach—or to go to
the beach after he'd been there. But the day Kagome found Inuyasha crouched
in the corner gagging up hair, she finally had to admit they'd been living
a lie.
