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@kaguraimi sent: tanjiro says nothing, just presses himself against genya's side, taking one of the gunman's hands in his own. 'it's cold out. it'll be hard to shoot if you can't feel your fingers.' maybe it's a lame excuse, but tanjiro's not claiming to be good at subtlety here, just at finding an excuse to be a little closer.

Genya could be a little oblivious sometimes, clearly not the most social of the demon slayers their age, as he just blinked at Tanjiro before tilting his head. "My hands are fine. See?"

He brought his free hand up to touch Tanjiro's cheek, warm fingers light on the other boy"s skin. He'd always been warmer than most people, something he got from his mother and made him the favorite of his siblings growing up. Genya still gave a soft smile at Tanjiro for the other boy's concern.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for

weak, that's what he felt in the moment when tanjiro told him that he could lean on him. he had been busting his ass all day and he felt as though he had nothing to show for it. still the same move, still the first form, he couldn't do anything else. how long has it been since he started his training with gramps? how long has it been since he went to final selection and yet here he was not able to do anything but the first form.

maybe kaigaku was right..i am nothing but a lost cause. he would think to himself as his body rested up against tanjiro's own with a breath of distaste--but for his own self.

emerald eyes fluttered open slowly, finding himself surrounded by flowers. he didn't understand what happened or why, but he definitely wasn't in his room t the butterfly mansion anymore. it was an overwhelming sense of peace; finding himself taking in his surroundings for a moment. that is, until he rapidly stopped breathing at the sight of her.

he didn't know how this was even possible - she'd been absorbed. that was what kanao had said. the only thing of shinobu that came back was a hair pin that kanao now wore. so how was it that shinobu was standing right next to him?

Plotted starter @kaguraimi

Sekido growled as he leaned lower he revving up the throttle as the motorcycle was wavering between cars throughout the highway to head towards the city. It had been luck that he noticed his messaged from her message, stating she needed a ride after drinking, as she ended up being ditched at the club by her friends. He had been cleaning up a job, making sure a body would not be found as it had been dumped, but the male felt his heart racing as he drove fast, as the anger was pulsing through his veins. Nothing had been sent after that message nearly twenty minutes ago, which concerned him, as the side of town she was in was currently in a territory fight in the underworld, so lots of gangs were hanging out on the streets.

The male cursed, twisting the hands surging past some cars that honked at him as he turned off on an exit, the motor vibrating his entire being as everything was blurry. He drove through the streets, dodging all the people walking, as some shouted and cursed at him for speeding past them. The club he was pulling up to was pulsing with music and bright lights with neon letters reflecting everywhere, as a small line was gathered on the other side of the building, waiting to get in. The male slowed down, but did not turn off his engine as his crimson orbs glanced until he noticed her small frame near the alleyway behind the nightclub, surrounded by three men, roughly 5 '7 the tallest one. They were young, early twenties, and he could see the weapons in their back pockets, useless idiots.

Sekido’s jaw clenched as he watched the scene unfold, as one of them reached for Shinobu’s elbow, as clearly she was declining their advances. His eyes narrowed, waiting to see if he needed to intervene, when suddenly, he noticed one of the drunken fools reaching for the gun in their pants. Glaring daggers underneath the visor of his helmet, he throttled once as the engine roared to life and he turned on his brights to blind them as he charged forward. The group glanced over as they noticed that the motorcycle that had suddenly come to life was driving at them all full speed. The male did not stop, nor did he slow down as the tires rolled over the curb towards them, which spooked the young men really well. One stumbled backward deeper into the alley away from the street, while another pressed himself against the building, and the last one was still touching the woman frozen.

He had to admit that he wished he got a little bit more time to spend the girls at butterfly mansion. They were always so nice to him. Even when he was coming back with injuries from the missions. And they were also nice to Nezuko when they didn't even really know her all that well. Which was nice. And whenever they were here at the butterfly mansion it was just nice to see the girls in general. And just recently he had made it back from a mission.

It was one of the few times that he had come back from a mission with only a few battle scars. Which was a first for him. But he was in no way complaining. Especially with the fact that he still defeated a demon.

In order to spend his night tonight, he ended finding Aoi outside. So, he decided to join her. Allowing himself to sit on the ground next to her as the two of them looked up at the stars together. It was nice getting to chat with just her for a change.

And they did chat. Right up until the sun began to fall. He hadn't even realized how tired he was until he felt his eyes close. While he was listening to her tell him a story. He had wanted to stay up and chat longer, however he was defeated.

@kaguraimi wanted a dog muzzled demon!Kaigaku (let's go with Kanae first)

to say that kaigaku was livid about his situation would be an understatement, the air around him crackled with pure electricity as he looked around the tree to see the butterfly manor. usually he was a lot calmer when he came to talk to kanae. the former hashira had intrigued him from the moment he had met her, and the two always had interesting talks, with such differing world views.

she was one of the few people in the world that he honestly would consider a friend, someone that he genuinely liked. which was part of why he was currently sneaking onto the grounds of her estate. he moved carefully, avoiding the watchful eyes of kakushi and slayers alike. he took a few deep breaths, focusing on calming his anger at his situation, and the lightning stopped forming around him. once it was quieter he was able to move better, without fear of detection.

kaigaku scented the air, noting a floral scent permeating the whole building. he'd always smelled the flowers, but he'd never known how complex the scents around him would be before now. freshly green eyes, no longer the usual teal, scanned the halls as he let himself in. he moved ever carefully, the last thing he needed was to loose his head to a startled slayer in recovery. he wasn't sure if kanae could help him, but he had a feeling she would be the only one who was not likely to fully damn him for the impossible choice he'd had to make.

finding her was easy enough, and he tilted his head to listen and see if she was alone. the rub of the leather strapped on his face irritating him, but it was something he was going to have to get used to. once he had confirmed that there was no one else in the room he quietly slipped in.

"kanae.... i have a bit of a problem..."

@kaguraimi liked this for a one line lyric starter ! 　　　　　　　⤷ tired of healing by noah henderson .

" it hurts to keep it in, but no one understands. "

@kaguraimi asked: “It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.”  / al for ed >:)

Game Changers Sentence Starters

❝ Hmm... well... that's probably because you've never been prone to anger. I don't think it's got anything to do with physical things. ❞ Ed responded, frowning slightly at the comment his brother had made. There were many things on their journey that infuriated him-but never once had he realized how new that probably was for Alphonse.

As far back as when he was a child, even before he had started practicing alchemy, he was furious with their father for just leaving-so the emotion wasn't new to him. But, truly, the things they had seen were nothing in comparison. He supposed that as prone to anger as he was, it made it easier in the long run-and therefore hardly holding a candle to anger from someone as compassionate as Al.

❝ See, if the amount of anger you can hold was based on body type, then I could be excused for my outbursts because there isn't a whole lot of space for it to stay. ❞ He shrugged, before leaning back.

A beat.