"'Taku," Rin says when he approaches, catching the sight of smudged, black and gray soot on InuYasha's face and, standing out even more, in his pale hair. Rin lifts a hand to scrub at the back of his neck as he crosses the grass, still dry and yellow from winter.
"What were you doing? You look like you got in a fight with a grill and lost. Were you helping the temple out?"
The temple is why Rin came, more than InuYasha. He didn't have school during the day on weekends, and often found himself at a loss for what to do, if Nuriko was working and Yukio was on a job that he had neglected to invite his brother along on.
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Date: 2014-03-23 01:14 am (UTC)"What were you doing? You look like you got in a fight with a grill and lost. Were you helping the temple out?"
The temple is why Rin came, more than InuYasha. He didn't have school during the day on weekends, and often found himself at a loss for what to do, if Nuriko was working and Yukio was on a job that he had neglected to invite his brother along on.