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Thunk, another small office waste bin landed a few feet ahead of Miroku and he leapt backward, nearly bumping into another colleague
“Miroku! Get your ass back here,” the loud and harsh voice of his best friend ( and current opponent ) reverberated off the other cubicles. He could hear his other colleagues snickering at his misfortune. This was entirely unwarranted, okay maybe not entirely, but regardless.
If Inuyasha could come out and tell Kagome how he felt on his own, then Miroku wouldn’t have had to intervene.
He’d only sent one flirty text to his best friends raven-haired obsession! Just one! Mind you, by the way, she responded in kind with a flirty response all her own. Since when was it a crime to help your best friend out with the ladies?
Thunk; another item lobbed toward his head, this time a small plastic stapler.
“Inuyasha please,” Miroku held his hands up in surrender, having run out of cubicles to hide behind, “this really isn’t workplace appropriate.”
“What would you know about appropriate you lecher? Your hand is practically glued to Sango’s ass when she’s around!”
“I’m only trying to help you live that same sort of experience with our dear Kagome—who by the way definitely texted back some spicy words for you as well,” Miroku was grinning a wickedly perverse smile now, waving Inuyasha’s phone around tauntingly.
Inuyasha almost faltered and asked what she had said, but instead redirected his frustration at Miroku, even if the idea of Kagome flirting back made his heart race.
“Fucking fight me, you meddling ass!” Inuyasha was all puffed up chest and blushed cheeks, towering over his friend, ready to whack him upside his skull.
“I would really rather not,” Miroku said plainly, ducking as Inuyasha made another move to whack him.
“Why?!” Inuyasha was still growling but he was losing his edge, golden eyes darting to the phone in Miroku’s hand, straining to read the still illuminated messages.
“Because my dear friend, I would lose. What kind of question is that?,” he grinned when Inuyasha rolled his eyes, “now then, about these messages…”
Inuyasha snatched the phone from him, reading Kagome’s text and blushing. He shoved at Miroku’s shoulder, his anger at his best friend nearly rescinded, “ you are the biggest idiot and pervert I’ve ever met Miroku,” he grumbled the last part quietly, “but thanks. I guess.”
Miroku just grinned wider, clapping his friend on the back and following him back to their desk spaces. Inuyasha would definitely be thanking him later.