IɴυYαѕнα x Råñmå: ⊹٭𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜٭⊹

7. IɴυYαѕнα x Råñmå: ⊹٭Two Worlds٭⊹

7. IɴυYαѕнα x Råñmå: ⊹٭Two Worlds٭⊹
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Koga, still spoiling for a fight, smirked at Inuyasha's response.

"Mangy furball, huh? You're one to talk. You probably haven't even bathed in years. You probably smell like a wet dog." Koga said.

Kagome sighed, realizing that her attempt to calm down the situation had backfired. She decided to try a different approach.

"How about a compromise? Let's agree to disagree for the sake of a peaceful evening, okay? We don't want to spend the whole night arguing, do we?" Kagome says.

Inuyasha, reluctantly, relented at Kagome's plea. He knew she was right. Arguing with Koga wouldn't get them anywhere, and he didn't want to disappoint her by causing a scene.

"Fine," InuYasha grumbled, crossing his arms. "I'll try to keep my cool, but that furball over there better not push my buttons!"

Koga, noticing Inuyasha's compliance, let out a small huff.

"Hmph. I'll do the same, but don't think I won't defend myself if you or that perverted monk come at me." Koga eyed Miroku, who was still nowhere to be seen, with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion.

Shippo, trying to lighten the mood, chimed in with a sarcastic comment. "Yeah, Miroku's still prowling the woods looking for women. He's probably trying to charm the trees at this point."

Sango rolled her eyes at Shippo's remark but couldn't help a small smirk. She knew it was true. "I swear, that monk has no chill when it comes to the ladies."

Shampoo, unable to resist joining in on the Miroku-bashing, let out a derisive scoff. "That disgusting pig-monk only care about one thing. He is a disgrace to monkhood."

Happosai, relishing in the Miroku-bashing, chimed in with a creepy chuckle. "Hehe, that perverted monk is always chasing after women like a dog in heat. I wonder if he'll ever find one that doesn't reject him."

Inuyasha shot Happosai a glare, not finding the old geezer's comments about Miroku amusing. "Enough, old man," InuYasha grumbled. "No one wants to hear your perverted jokes about Miroku."

Koga, still riled up, couldn't help but add his own snarky comment. "Yeah, Happosai, keep your filth to yourself. No one wants to hear your twisted thoughts."

Shampoo, agreeing with Koga, chimed in with a scowl. "Yes, shut your trap, you disgusting old man."

Sango nodded in agreement, shooting Happosai a disapproving look. "Can it, Happosai. Miroku's already dealing with enough without your weird comments."

Shippo, joining in the collective annoyance, added sarcastically. "Yeah, Happosai, nobody wants to hear about your gross fantasies involving Miroku and women. It's disturbing, you old creep!"

Happosai, realizing he was outnumbered and his jokes were not welcome, pouted like a scolded child. "Hmph, you're all no fun. I was just trying to lighten the mood!"

Ranma, trying to steer the conversation away from Happosai's perverted remarks, spoke up. "Let's change the subject, shall we? Anything else more interesting to talk about?"

Happosai mumbled under his breath, his mood souring further. He crossed his arms like a petulant child. "Hmph, fine. Let's talk about something else then. I don't want to sit here and be verbally abused."

Happosai, unable to repress his perverted tendencies, let out a sly chuckle and slyly produced two familiar-looking undergarments from behind his back.

"Hehe, look what I found!" Happosai grinned.