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[new-moon-sucks.livejournal.com]

Mun wants both her pups in at once and is being lazy. So two for one special on the pups.

Rin is currently beside the fire and looking half-asleep with a book on her lap and a white plush looking blanket on her lap. She's definitely botherable and she hates sleeping almost as much as she hates Akito, which is quite a bit if you know anything about her. Her black hair is falling over her shoulders and on her lap while her head is leaning against the high back chair. Feel free to interrupt... or watch her sleep, after all, a girl who lives with her family has called her a "bewitching beauty".

Inuyasha on the other hand is perfectly content to be seated up the rafters again and enjoying ramen. Judging by the mess beneath him, this has to be his eighth cup of ramen. clatter ...make that ninth cup of ramen. No one knows how many of those things he's got up there on the rafters, or how delighted he is to have a basically endless supply of ramen.

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[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

"This Jason's shifting sounds more like a curse than yours does."

She responds, taking a really small sip of the tea and finding that she likes it. Rin kind of relates to both of them when she thinks about it. She's usually in pain before the transformation and during it until she either feels better, Hatori is called or she manages to change back.

Apparently speaking of the shifting is painful for her, Rin knows that kind of pain all too well.

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

"Upon occasion, aye" she admitted softly, the sadness perhaps even more evident. "And there seems to be naught to be done help...such pain..." she shook her head softly, tea mug cradled against her chest.

"Might I ask, Lady, why you are curious of such? Most wish to know of dangers to themselves, truth, but not more..." she offered delicately.

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

"Is it rare for someone to want to know what the nature of this kind of thing?"

She asks, eyes narrowing slightly as she took another sip of tea.

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, Lady" she admitted easily "To most the idea seems either repugnant or fascinating in a horrifying way. Either way, most fear to ask further questions, much as one would not question overly the death of a kinsman perhaps, or a battle wound..." she sipped her tea as well, rolling the florals along her tongue.