The Color Ruse by LM Bluejay

Dried Tears

Dried Tears

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They were met by jovial laughter.

Several men crowded a corner of the room.

Kagome was clearly the center of attention while she leaned casually in a rolling seat. A bag of ice sat on her knee. Her leg was propped up for support. She giggled at their playful banter.

Yet Sesshomaru could still smell salt.

The Ramp Manager immediately broke up the party. He and Sesshomaru swapped her to the larger chair.

Kagome thanked and waved goodbye to her co-workers as she was wheeled away into the hall.  “I'm sorry. what’s your name again?”

“...Sesshomaru.”

“You've gotta be kidding!?”

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Words: 100

Prompt: Lachrymose