The Dating Game, Pt 4Between work and errands, Sango and Miroku were too busy to meet for a while. In that time Sango worked, studied her French, which she had been doing for about six months, and helped her family clean their house. Miroku on the other hand worked not only at the restaurant, but on his car as well, went out with a few girls, and tried to guess where Sango was employed. He couldn't for the life of him figure it out.The Dating Game, Pt 4 by Minxzie
A few weeks later, the rush of things to do slowed down and they once again had time to meet.
"There you are!" Sango looked up from the grass and shaded her eyes from the sun with her hand. Miroku, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, was standing above her holding out his hand to help her out. She took it and stood.
"Long time no see" she replied.
"I'll say. It's been a month or so. How goes it?"
"Pas mal," she quipped.
"Pas mal," she enunciated gently. Miroku frowned.
"Come on, that's not fair!" Sometimes he could pout better than a ten year old girl. This was one of thos