#kaigome

" you smell like a dog. it might be good to wash your clothes more often with that in mind. "

Her stare's sympathetic, and try as she might to hold back any expression that might be gleaned as pitying, her brows flinch to furrow, and she looks a little somber. ❝ You got a lot on your shoulders, kid. ❞ Kids get roped up in messes all the time; she was a kid right around the time she first started playin' a pretty villainous role herself, so maybe it was at least a good sign this girl wasn't throwing punches for the wrong reasons. Still. Responsibility is a burden, plain and simple, and when its weighed down by the perilous stakes of life and death ... Rogue leans over the well and peers down; just rocks in there by her estimate, but she doesn't doubt Kagome's story. She's seen weirder.

" honey, you could hide under a rock a million miles away and i'd still track you down. i just don't want to. "

a pause is made to take a drag of her cigarette, exhaling heavy smoke through parted lips. she assumes the girl means well ( when you've lived for so long expecting the worst out of people, the habit is hard to supress ), but it's still bothersome having her sticking her little nose up her businesses.

one leg crossed over the other, faye glances up at the starry sky above them ( somehow, the view is clearer from the higurashi family's temple, as if the place had been preserved through time and space ), and after a pause in which she wonders why such a thing makes her feel at ease, faye rises to her feet, putting the cigarette butt out with her heel. a sideways glance is spared at the girl -- she sees sadness in her eyes, the eyes of someone who is missing something she cannot return to. it's a familiar gaze, somehow.

" wow, you're smart as a whip! it would've taken me more than that to figure it out. "