Another one for Natsumi Tsuchi-Ookami (I'll be sure to use your quote in an upcoming chapter, by the way!) and winter winds.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
v — playtime
"This is Sesshoumaru," said Kagome enthusiastically, gesturing to the sizable white canine at her side. The awe-inspiring creature narrowed its crimson eyes at the other, slightly smaller nin-dog, adopting a more dignified stature with the clear aim to intimidate.
"Yeah? That's a pretty cool name. My boy's called Akamaru!" Kiba declared, the pride in his voice evident; his grown furry companion barked in excitement.
Sesshoumaru snorted audibly, unimpressed by the rambunctious duo.
Kagome stole a glance off her partner from the corner of her eye, and winked at him. Just try to bare with it a bit, okay?
"Kiba-kun," she began amicably, turning back to the Leaf-nin, "would you like to share a lunch with me before your team starts back to Konoha? There's so much I've always wanted to know about the Inuzuka clan!" Her hands were clasped before her as she leaned in to the male, a charming smile on her face.
Grinning self-consciously with a hand on the back of his head, Kiba tentatively replied, "Well, I don't see how that could hurt—"
"Great!" Kagome exclaimed, making a grab for his arm and pulling him in the direction of her village's best eatery.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and sighed wearily, lowering his muzzle. Then his nose twitched, and he snapped back up to see Akamaru sitting on his haunches before him, tongue lolling out.
Make yourself scarce, mutt, before this Sesshoumaru lops your head off your shoulders, he growled warningly.
In (wet) response, Akamaru cheerfully licked his nose. Hi there, Sesshoumaru-kun!
God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
—Voltaire
Author's Note: Got requests? Feel free to send me a shitload of them so I can have more prompts to practice with. Any character(s), any theme; romance, friendship, tragedy, whatever!