Concis

by That'sMyFiasco

[NOW COMPLETE!] Imagine a shot glass and fill it to the top with straight fluff. Now try knocking back a couple dozen or so. Mostly InuKag, some MirSan or AP when I feel like it. Fluff, attempted humour, and a teensy bit of angst.

89. Excuses

--Excuses--

Slap. The monk barely winced as the slayer whirled on him, a rather annoyed look on her face. "Pervert! I told you to stop doing that. In fact, in my memory, I've told you to stop doing that about three thousand and ten times."

Miroku looked duly offended. "But, Lady Sango, it really isn't my fault. It's completely my cursed hand, I have nothing to do with-"

The slayer interrupted him with a wave of her hand, and a -barely- amused expression crossed her face. "Not that, houshi- but if you must grope me, I'd much prefer you owning up to it that making up these silly excuses." Miroku blinked for a moment, but then let a mischievous grin cross his face.

A few minutes later, a familiar sound echoed through the forest. "That doesn't mean I gave you permission, hentai!!"