#flamshira

djeeta’s a little envious. 

maybe more than a little since it's the third time she’s thought of it when she brought shinjuro another glass of water.

His eyes were fixated on his fox mask used for critical moments.  Eyes checking the piece for any damage or cracks which surprisingly were non-existent. He had taken very good care of it and had been careful not to take anything disastrous.  How old was this thing?  That was a question he had wondered before.  Whether or not it was a duplicate or truly from his time as ANBU, he may not know that answer.  What he knew was the time that had passed in this city, and that was long enough.

His eyes did catch something from the corner as he glanced up from his examination of the mask and towards one with an unusual hair style.  The colors were something unique, and it gave off an impression of fire.  Perhaps a fire user in that sense, but it wasn’t right to judge. 

throw salt

Kyou stares blankly at his father. Clearly he’s up to no good. What a waste of good salt. 

winterfes was the kind of thing snow had been looking forward to all year. the cheer it constantly felt in its heart now all around, frost covered grounds and carols and warm drinks shared between friends and enemies alike. the time of year to set aside differences and make amends, join together with new friends to celebrate the old. spirale was abuzz, and it could barely contain its excitement, wanting to experience everything the world had laid out for it to enjoy.

today, it had descended upon fibonacci, soft and childlike wonder drawing it towards the sights and sounds. cup of soup warm and comforting in hand, it started its way towards whereever the commotion was coming from, its snowglobe friend following behind as it came across the rather high-tech setup it had yet to explore.

and were they... making gingerbread men?

 ❆ !!!

it made its way over as quickly as it could without spilling its soup, trotting towards an occupied screen and watching in thought as the unfamiliar man made his piece, its curiosity overtaking as it observed, giving an audible sip at its soup to alert to its presence. it'd hate to startle someone, after all!

     Inosuke briefly thought he had been hitting his tough skull too hard when the older man came into sight. The boar stiffened up, becoming uncharacteristically quiet. He was focused fully on Shinuro for a couple of seconds. Inosuke wasn't completely familiar with the late flame pillar's family, but he knew of it from one of Tanjirou's recollections of his various exploits.

     He had briefly thought the man that stood before him was Senjurou. And although he knew it was a stupid, desperate notion, even if he thought it would be totally awesome if by some miracle the flame pillar rose from the dead, he was almost disappointed once recognizing it as his father. With a huff, he turned back to the tree he was working a dent into. He wasn’t sure what Shinuro was hanging around here for, but it probably wasn’t for him...Besides, looking at him made Inosuke sad, which he most certainly didn’t need while he was trying to get pumped to train.

⎾ @flamshira​ asked: ​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞ a sad attempt... at being better? | halloween/autumn starters! | accepting! ✹

The treats are eyed with suspicion. Kyōjurō couldn’t remember the last time his father did something so...casually mundane and kind. Kind-ish, he supposed. Part of him honestly doesn’t want to try the offered treat because that would mean accepting this odd peace offering of sorts, and he...hasn’t exactly come to deal with his own inner feelings towards his father. The other part of him just wants to take the fall treat as a show of good faith and nothing more. It would be rude to not, right? He has to keep up with his cheery façade, at least while Senjurō was in the house.