RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS.

"Zenitsu-kun!" She would call him over from her seat on the bleachers. Long, dark brown strands tipped with pink gently cascading down her slender shoulders. Her brother was seated on the other side of her along with Inoskue. A delicate hand was up in the air to signal for him to sit beside her and the others. "It's good that you found us." She'd beam a small smile at him. "Otherwise you would've had to sit somewhere else and Onii-chan found us good seats."

At first he wants to believe he's just being paranoid. That little yellow haired kid ( Zenitsu, he has to remind himself ) could always be that way. The night had been relatively quiet for the most part. The pair stationed at an abandoned farm house, that had rumors of demons passing through it. But so far it seemed quiet. He was about to open his mouth to sarcastically retort something, but then he pauses. There was something, someone. He could sense it now as he grows quiet. "Well, Well. It looks like someone came out to play with us, huh kid? Go ahead and follow my lead okay?"

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as much as he barks and snarls, kokushibō herself remains impassive: he reminds her of some woodland creature plucked from familiar greenery, wings clipped so he can no longer fly away. perhaps, if there were differing circumstances, she could feel some warped sense of pity for him.

"do you believe any of us asked?"

instead the moon remains unmoved, evidently expecting zenitsu to tire himself out eventually, "anger will serve you no purpose. why do you refuse to grow, when power is within your grasp?"

slayers these days were so strange.

Tanjiro examined the bottle, attempting to be scholarly about it. "Uh well... Maybe we should take to someone who knows about this kind of stuff."