"He does," Kusuriyuri agreed. He turned to Kurama to embrace him and the wind took his headscarf, blowing it away over the trees, trying to take his hair with it. He laughed. "It seems Fuujin prefers my hair down." He was feeling giddy with the energy around them.
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Date: 2008-11-13 09:38 pm (UTC)