Drabbles of the Foxy Kind
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shippo/any male
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Category:
InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shippo/any male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
12,280
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Drabble 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything involving it. This goes for everything that may or will be posted under this collection of drabbles entitiled "Drabbles of the Foxy Kind."
Hair Care Techniques
“How do you do it?”
Sitting up on the futon, Hakodoshi glanced down at his companion whose attention was currently held by the long white hair that sprouted from the white apparition’s head. Raising a fine, white eyebrow, he asked, “How do you mean?”
“Your hair,” Shippo clarified, a finger twinning a strand of said hair. “It’s so soft…how do you get it to be like that?”
Hakudoshi blinked at the fox, puzzled as to where the fox’s mind was trodding. He examined all demon lore and culture that he had absorbed over the years, mainly due to him being in the presence of this fox demon most, if not all, of the time. A bit of trivia managed to force its way to the forefront on his mind, bringing with it the answer that he had been searching for.
Fox demons were notorious for their attraction to all things soft, shining, and comfortable. If a fox did not have any of the mentioned three, then they would do whatever it took to appropriate them, no matter if it came at someone else’s cost. Touching the fox’s mind briefly, the incarnation confirmed that this was the path that Shippo’s mind was taking currently.
With his trademark know-it-all smirk firmly planted on his face, he used one of his hands to comb through the pure white strands, dislodging the fox’s finger. However, Shippo was not protesting as he was captivated by the display. To always be at the center of attention…well, at least Shippo’s attention, that was all that Hakudoshi truly craved early in the morning.
“So you want to know how I take care of it, don’t you?” the demon teased, a purple orb looking at the fox from the corner of his eye.
Shippo did not reply verbally but did nod his head vigorously.
His smirk widening, Hakudoshi finally gave his elusive answer. “Beats me.”
Hearing the sound of something thudding against the floor, he looked down at his fox whose face was currently making friends with said floor. He blinked and smirked amusedly at his fox’s antics as the red head lifted his face up off the floor, grumbling about “walking right into that one” or something similar to that.
He did not understand per se what his fox was mumbling but then again he often marked such things to being one of his quirks. There was a lot he didn’t understand about his fox, sure, but it sure wasn’t boring.
Hair Care Techniques
“How do you do it?”
Sitting up on the futon, Hakodoshi glanced down at his companion whose attention was currently held by the long white hair that sprouted from the white apparition’s head. Raising a fine, white eyebrow, he asked, “How do you mean?”
“Your hair,” Shippo clarified, a finger twinning a strand of said hair. “It’s so soft…how do you get it to be like that?”
Hakudoshi blinked at the fox, puzzled as to where the fox’s mind was trodding. He examined all demon lore and culture that he had absorbed over the years, mainly due to him being in the presence of this fox demon most, if not all, of the time. A bit of trivia managed to force its way to the forefront on his mind, bringing with it the answer that he had been searching for.
Fox demons were notorious for their attraction to all things soft, shining, and comfortable. If a fox did not have any of the mentioned three, then they would do whatever it took to appropriate them, no matter if it came at someone else’s cost. Touching the fox’s mind briefly, the incarnation confirmed that this was the path that Shippo’s mind was taking currently.
With his trademark know-it-all smirk firmly planted on his face, he used one of his hands to comb through the pure white strands, dislodging the fox’s finger. However, Shippo was not protesting as he was captivated by the display. To always be at the center of attention…well, at least Shippo’s attention, that was all that Hakudoshi truly craved early in the morning.
“So you want to know how I take care of it, don’t you?” the demon teased, a purple orb looking at the fox from the corner of his eye.
Shippo did not reply verbally but did nod his head vigorously.
His smirk widening, Hakudoshi finally gave his elusive answer. “Beats me.”
Hearing the sound of something thudding against the floor, he looked down at his fox whose face was currently making friends with said floor. He blinked and smirked amusedly at his fox’s antics as the red head lifted his face up off the floor, grumbling about “walking right into that one” or something similar to that.
He did not understand per se what his fox was mumbling but then again he often marked such things to being one of his quirks. There was a lot he didn’t understand about his fox, sure, but it sure wasn’t boring.