A/N: New drabble series here inspired from sitting in at a Starbucks. Word length between chapters will vary and rated MA for future content.
Disclaimer: Don't own InuYasha (c) Rumiko Takahashi
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Impression
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“Hey, Take a shit! Look sharp!” One of the company’s seniors hollered.
With a heavy heart Sesshomaru scowled at his new appearance for the next year.
His glorious mane had been hacked short and dyed an inky black. Brown contacts muddied over yellow irises and his body was subjected to a light tan. A matching foundation covered up all markings that otherwise would have given his status.
Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from the window’s reflection. Sesshomaru straightened his tie and patted down his vest. “It’s Takeshita.”
“That’s what I said, ain’t it? You’ve got a pickup on ground level.”
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Words: 100