The Royal Guard by Chickpea

The compliment

Sesshomaru hopelessly patted the bob. The ponytail barely reached the nape of his neck.

Plum lips smirked. "If it were longer you'd resemble that idiot perverted hound." She scrutinized him more before wistfully sighing. "Nevertheless you look more like your mother. Either way you should be grateful."

Citrine eyes rolled.

"Pardon, Mi'lady." The seamstress pointed to the late evening sun. "The auction will soon be starting and there's still the rumor of that rare item."

"Sesshomaru, we're leaving."

"But your kimono...?"

"What I have on is fine. Besides, I always air elegance."

The seamstress waved. "Good luck!" And good riddance.

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prompt: fold

words: 100