The Hand With A Mind Of Its Own.

[Inu Sasha]

The small devil blusjed as he stood up and he looked away, his cheek cherry red. He looked at his clothes and then crawled out quickly, rushing to put his clothes on. Scars were revealed as his long hair parted from his back as he bent over to put his pants on. He jumped up to tug them on, the tight clothing not wanting to listen today. He cursed and looked at Miroku, shaking his head, "I can't put them on."

[Kriss]

Miroku blinked and cocked his head to the side. "You...Can't get them on~? Why not Inu Sasha~?" He eyed his own robes and sighed. "Those would be much to big on you....You don't have anything else you can wear i suppose~?"

[Inu Sasha]

He bit his lip, "I....don't know. Its probably because I'm wet." he shook his head and he looked at him, "I don't have any other clothes near here. Maybe in Hell, yes, but I'm not going there." He looked at the monk and shrugged, "You have anything to dry me off?"