The Language of Love by Himura Asami

Attactu

Attactu: by touch, by contact.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

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Word Count: 100

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            Mitsuki strolled into Sesshomaru’s office without knocking, Ingo following her closely.

            “Sesshomaru-chan.”

            Sesshomaru refrained from gritting his teeth and instead pinned his mother with a blank gaze.

            “Mother.”

            Mitsuki sniffed. “It is perfectly fine for you to greet me so formally, Sesshomaru-chan, but I don’t think you should be so distant with Ingo-chan. You grew up together. Come and greet her by touch. It is only appropriate,” Mitsuki said, pushing Ingo forward.

            Ingo bowed. “Sesshomaru-sama.”

            Sesshomaru looked at her, and then he looked his mother, before he dismissed them both, going back to the document he had been working on.

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She tried, didn’t she?

But, seriously!

Those three are going to show up any minute.

You won’t even realize it until it happens, but then they’ll be there.

T.N.T!