Prompt: Respect - Aretha Franklin
Word Count: 100
Sesshoumaru's nose wrinkled as his filthy half-sibling barely managed to stifle his loud snorts, eyes narrowing as the rest of the shard-hunting group fell victim to various afflictions of amusement. Only Rin and the kitsune remained neutral, clearly unsure of what the joke was.
The demon returned his gaze to the male prostrated in front of him. Nervous grey eyes peeked up at him through a thick curtain of dusty hair. Did these southerners have no respect?
Turning on his heel, the foreigner was dismissed. When would the persistent Hime learn that his affection could not be earned through messengers?