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"GAH," Inuyasha hissed, pulling away from Kagome abruptly. "I hate that an-tee-skeptic thing!" He crawled away from the wench when she advanced once more with the cotton swab drenched in antiseptic. "STAY. AWAY!" He howled. "Inuyasha!" Kagome called, impatiently. "You know I wouldn't be doing this if you were still hanyou. But you aren't. So, get over here!" Her command was ferocious, but Inuyasha wasn't about to budge. His raven hair was framing his face, and blood continued to gush out of his upper arm. He had gotten torn up pretty bad by a ferocious tiger demon. He had managed to run away with Kagome before the sun fully disappeared behin

I like to stick up my middle finger at you. Relax, its a joke. Its my twisted way of saying I love you. And sometimes it means exactly what it means. You'll piss me off and I'll flip it up when you turn your back towards me and walk away. I like to swear. Its a way of releasing that anger that builds. The f-bomb can be quite therapeutic if you say it a lot. (Fuck, Fuck, Fuck) And its not only for when i'm pissed off. The f-bomb (and many other offensive phrases) are a part of my everyday vocabulary, simply such as "thats what she said." Those jokes never get old. I roll my eyes and make weird faces when you say something I fi