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Her surprise and his anger quickly melt away in favor of awkwardness and a learning curve.

Sesshoumaru removes his obi; Kagome winds it into a neat pile.

He unclasps his armor; she nearly topples under the weight of it.

He pulls the ornate kimono from his hakama, the soaked han kimono untucking with it; she slides both from his shoulders, ignoring the markings painting his skin before setting them to dry.

He toes off his boots; she removes the socks underneath them.

When only his hakama is left, she swallows. "Let me get the towel, and we'll figure this out."