"ᗰY ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪᔕ ᔕᗩY I ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᗩᑕT ᗰY ᗩGE, ᗯᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗰY ᗩGE ᗩGᗩIᑎ?" - ᗯᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗰY ᗩGE ᗩGᗩIᑎ? ; ᗷᒪIᑎK-182
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YOU PUFF OUT SOME AIR AS YOU REST YOUR CHEEK ONTO TANJIRO'S SHOULDER, THE BOY FLUSHING SLIGHTLY AT THE INTIMATE GESTURE.
the bright moon sends a dim light over the dark forest, illuminating your path just enough to see ahead of you as you arrive at a small inn.
you smile slightly,
the wisteria house! this means i get to meet nezuko!!
"a wisteria family crest..." tanjiro mutters.
"caw! rest! rest!" the crow suddenly shouts, startling you slightly.
you didn't register how loud and annoying that crow would be in real life.
"since you've sustained injuries, you're to rest until you're fully recovered!"
"eh? you sure it's ok to rest?" tanjiro asks.
"i mean, i did just fight a demon while i was injured"
"ke-ke-ke"
you snort.
" 'ke-ke-ke' ?" tanjiro sweat-drops.
"let's eat this thing." inosuke suggests, you grin, remembering his small phrase.
"what?" the crow sweat-drops nervously.
the door of the wisteria inn slides open, revealing a small elderly lady.
"yes?" she asks and steps out slightly, you sweat-drop slightly.
"ah.. sorry to bother you so late at night!" tanjiro says while zenitsu shakes like a leaf.
"a ghost! it's a ghost!"
"knock it off!" tanjiro shouts, wacking him on the back of the head.
he cries in pain and rub his head while hunched over, you blink.
"who the hell are you?" inosuke stomps up to her, alarming tanjiro.
"you must be demon slayers." she bows.
"she looks pretty weak." inosuke points out and pokes her hair.
"hey!" tanjiro shouts.
"please come in." she invites.
you admire the garden around you, it was quite a gorgeous path.
you now walk slowly alongside the three, limping slightly.
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