Tanjiro is staring with so much concern. Don't make him lecture you, inosuke sobs

"Oh, Monjiro! Check out how I can snap branches off trees real high up with that thing!!"

With an expertly slung acorn, Inosuke performed exactly what he'd promised, missing his poor squeaking crow by mere centimeters. The boar let out a little tsk.

❛  i  ruined  it  .  i  fucking  ruined  it  .  ❜ (hiro to hardcase )

He shifted, eyes turning to the young genius as he speaks. "Hey, kid, language." He shifts to settle next to him, offering a hand to look at what he's working on. The medics are in the back of the ship quietly bickering between each other. A quiet sound amongst the hum of engines and technology within the ship. The cargo hold currently empty as they sit in the pilots seats. Hiro was tinkering with pieces that are settled between his fingers, but until now he had no idea what the kid was working on. He shifts the ship to autopilot, wiggling his fingers in gesture to pass the object over. "What are you trying to make it do, huh?"

IT’S STRANGE , to go from absolutely not speaking about tio bruno to being around him every day . by no means is camilo irritated by it , but it still settled strangely with him . there are distant memories in the crevices of his mind that pull more everyday . and quite frankly , he’s not sure what are REAL memories and what was his childhood mind making up phantoms spurred by rumors ; he wonders if there was a time when he was ever close with his uncle . 

and of course , camilo’s not shy about asking . if there’s anything he’s learned it’s that this sort of thing needs TIMING . so when he spots bruno across the yard , finally alone , he idly makes his way over .

❛ hey tio ?  ❜ the shifter calls out , looking the picture of nonchalance , ❛ you got a second ?  i kinda wanted to uh ... ask you some stuff . nothing dramatic or major , don’t worry . ❜

❛  i’m  disgusting  and  mangled  and  broken  and  useless  .  ❜ (echo for fives ; don't question it)

Lips curve downwards, the brown eyes of the trooper shifting to his twin-- That was unacceptable. "I don't like you talking all that skrag about my twin, Echo." No one gets to bully Echo--Not even Echo. That was his own job. The former arc shifted, his head shaking some. "You can hate what happened to you while not hating yourself for going through it... least, that's what the tooka tells me." The man hefts himself into the nearest seat, the furniture groaning under his weight. Bulkier than he used to be - thanks to the new team. They both hold new scars. He saw Echo's as worse, yes... and for the longest time, it's been hard to accept that he didn't see his brother die on that ship.

"You're a survivor. No matter how hard they tried to put you in the ground, they failed. You succeeded in surviving--whether you wanted to or not. You're here. I for one am grateful you're here."

"Giyuu-san!" ( :D you know who this is from )

Oh, no... Was this the ringing in his head from the two days he heard almost nothing but his name from the same person that was now speaking. Was he going to get a break? Was talking to him before not enough? Did he want to challenge him to an eating contest again? He didn't think he wanted to eat like that again for a while. The hashira shifted, deep blue eyes glancing to Tanjiro. He didn't dislike him, there were just times he wished that he would relax just a little bit. "What is it?" He wasn't much of one for words, but he knew that Tanjiro would keep going if he didn't acknowledge him.

"I figured you would be done by now."

His fingers worked as best he could, his eyes focused on the screen as he huffed. "I'm not exactly well versed in the technical stuff..." If anyone could do that part, it was probably Cloud. Much as he didn't want to admit it. A frustrated huff leaves him, hand moving off the buttons to lightly bang on the metal as he tries to think of how to get through the blasted thing. Fingers shift to comb through the spiked raven strands, gloved hands resting at the base of his head as he tried to think. What hasn't he tried? He feels like he's tried all of the tricks he could remember. He didn't exactly always work closely with TURKs, but when he did, he wasn't paying attention to whatever they were doing.

The evening was quiet, the faint hum of insects being the only sound as Opacho sat cross-legged on the engawa, staring blankly at the stars as her thoughts drift back to her earlier conversation with Gyutaro. It was frustrating to explain who Santa was and the concept of Christmas to a creature that's lost its humanity. Not that it really interested him, she supposes. It was probably for the best anyways, as he didn't seem to care about anything else much beyond his sister.

The demon's sudden approach pulls the child from her thoughts. She stares at the battered box that was suddenly thrust at her then blinks up at him in confusion before cautiously taking it, crumpling the torn paper as she pulls out a hexagonal patterned orange and yellow colored fabric. Opacho turns it over in her hands trying to make sense of what it was—a ribbon perhaps? Maybe a scarf?

Was he giving her this because of their conversation? He probably took it from someone then. Opacho hesitates briefly, unsure if she should even thank him or take the present, but she still feels somewhat compelled to at least acknowledge the gesture. Tis the season and all. "Oh... uhm… thanks?”