This was written for the prompt suntan. Don't forget to review!
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"So… um…" she began, unknowing of what to say. What does one say to a suicidal man who they just saved from killing himself, and who had just threatened to break her arm if she grabbed her phone? "Why did you call for help?" she asked.
"I did not," he replied instantaneously. "Whatever you heard, was a figment of your imagination, or someone else. I was perfectly content with dying."
Oh.
"You should at least get inside."
The man looked at her, one thin black eyebrow slowly arching up, lips drawn into a thin line. She gulps, evidently the violent and suicidal man didn't like her suggestion.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Kagome quickly continued. "It was just a suggestion, sir."
He sighed. "It will have to do," he said, pushing himself off the ground and brushing the sand off his soaked shorts. With a wry snort, he spoke again. "Take me home." He paused, and looked thoughtful. "Also, do you have any suntan lotion? I burn easily."