Ruddcatha is a truly kind soul and a brain to boot! The number of times she has lent a helping hand to someone in the fandom is innumerable.
As you may know, Rudd is currently fundraising to attend a national pageant in July; if you have a moment, and would like to donate to Rudd’s ko-fi to help her get there, we would so appreciate it. Thank you, and enjoy!
As I and the baby am kind of down and out with a monster cold, I haven’t managed to finish this yet, but I definitely wanted to give you a taste at least!
Miroku ignored the ringing in his peripheral attention as long as he possibly could. The embroidery on this pocket square was proving more difficult than usual, the monogram not sitting right. He’d pulled the stitches at least twice to start over.
“Miroku!” He nearly leapt out of his skin at the harsh female voice. “Pick up this phone right now. I know you’re there!” It took him a moment to understand that the familiar voice was coming through his answering machine. He dropped his current piece and scrambled to get to the phone.
“Sango! Love. I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
There was a harrumph on the other end. “Don’t call me Love,” she muttered halfheartedly. “Anyway, I need your help.”
“Anything. Always.”
“I need a man.” Miroku was shocked into silence for a breath. FINALLY! He had been waiting years for her to… “backed out and now we’re one short so… Are you listening?”
“What? Yes. Wait…”
“The date auction this weekend,” she huffed, exasperation coating her tone. “We’re a man short and I’ve called just about every eligible bachelor I know under the age of forty.” But she hadn’t called him!
