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“I will not go.”
“You must,” Kagome insisted, trying to pull Sesshōmaru off the couch. “It’s Inuyasha’s birthday. And you’ve missed every single one since I returned here!”
He huffed, acknowledging his slight. “Send a gift. A representative. Anything else but this.”
“As far as I know, astral projection is not one of your many talents.” Kagome tickled her stubborn husband under the chin, forcing a reluctant smile from him. “So I’m afraid you’re just going to have to show up. In person.”
Sesshōmaru let out a most dog-like whine as he allowed Kagome to drag him out the door.