Humming quietly, he allowed rigid shoulders to relax as his posture grew easy. “I have.” Nodding, he rested his arms behind him and quirked a sculpted brow in her direction. “Have you?” He questioned, giving her weapon a sideways glance, inspecting for any signs of recent use.
“I have, as well.” Sango responded, her voice lucent. “I’ve been walking the fields. The atmosphere has been quite relaxing today.” Her smile broadened, reaching up to tuck away a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Averting her gaze elsewhere, the slayer drew in a lengthy breath, then return her gaze to her companion. “Though, I did run into Inuyasha earlier. He was quite glad to see me.. mentioned that he had been running into quite the strange faces lately.”
outofcharacter. I think it’s time for a ramen run.
Shifting away, he left a spot open for the slayer to seat herself. Casting a brilliant smile, he made a motion for her to join him; always excited for her particular company. “I’m pleased to say the same. My wind tunnel has been quiet as of late. I don’t mean to get my hopes up, but the realization pleases me.” He admitted quietly, gazing at the covered hand.
Seating herself beside him, the slayer reposed her weapon behind them both, drawing out a brief breath. “I would believe so.” She offered a lambent smile, russet hues easing. “Have you been by yourself all day?” The woman inquired, folding her hands into her lap, giving a slight cant of her head.
Perking up at the sound of an approaching figure, the monk momentarily forgot his meditation in favor of sense for a demonic presence. Feeling at ease, he lazily opened azure optics and beamed at the sight of an all too familiar face. “Good evening, Sango. How are you doing?” The casual greeting was given as he slouched his posture to a more lax position.
Upon realizing who was seated only feet away from her, the slayer’s body decreased into a more tranquil state, drawing out a brief and sound breath. Offering a modest smile, Sango approached him, towering over him only slightly as russet hues met a dark mauve, casting her weapon around her shoulder to set it before her. “Miroku. I am well — and how are you?”
☾—Feeling a prickling sensation of eyes boring into his person, bullion depths flickered over to the individual scrutinizing him, only to be met with a spectacle of one he did not wish to see. “…Taijiya.” A frigid baritone emanated from the Inuyoukai, allowing the corner of a pale fold to uplift slightly and revealing a sharp ivory canine in distaste.
“You don’t look too pleased to see me.” She enounced, moving not an inch as russet hues leveled with the incandescent that burned back. She considered all the reasons as to why he felt displeased to be met with her company, though the thought of beleaguering him for such proved to be an alluring idea.