霧 ┆・𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀.

ᅠ⠀ ʺ The seven deadly sins .ᐣ —— What is that .ᐣ ʺ Peering up at the other, ʺ Tokitō Muichirō A 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 of the demon slayer corps. ʺ He paused for a moment and then stated ʺ How are you so tall .ᐣ - ʺ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀⠀ ʺ A cute girl .ᐣ —— Oh I see, you mean you .ᐣ ʺ Index placed upon his own lips, lost in thought, ʺ So who are you .ᐣ ʺ ᅠ⠀⠀

ᅠ⠀ Ecstatic for the reunion, A friend as dear as her deserves only the best introduction. ʺ Of course, I see your hair is as lovely as ever Mitsuri. I’ve been off training as usual. How has your training been going .ᐣ ʺ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ʺ How are you so 𝑩𝑰𝑮. ʺ unexpressive gaze spans across the vast difference between them. As he peered back up at the giant woman, ʺ So tall. ʺ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ʺ Don’t look at me like that. You’re in the presence of a 𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨, know your place. ʺ an intense demeaning glare ensued. ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ʺ Oh how fortunate. ʺ sarcasm filled his tongue as he spoke, eyes in remained firmly planted on the opposition. ʺ Can we get this training started already, you really are starting to bore me, old man. ʺ weapon in hand flaunted in apathy. ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ʺ Tokitō Muichirō. A 𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨. ʺ lifeless optics remained in tact. ʺ Rude .ᐣ How .ᐣ ʺ ʺ You seem. . . —— different from other people, are you a demon slayer as well .ᐣ ʺ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ‶ . . . Uh , Who are you again? . . . ‶ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀ ʺ it’s just like grandma’s to lecture, fitting for the elderly. ʺ unexpressive gaze fixated onto the others position. ʺ Who exactly are you. Grandma. ʺ

ᅠ⠀ Head shifted ajar, confusion envelopes Muichiro entirely. ʺ —— My lucky day? ʺ ᅠ⠀

ᅠ⠀⠀ ʺ Oh— Mitsuri .ᐟ it’s you. ʺ His eyes suddenly bursted with emotion, as if his memories laid asleep and now awoke. ʺ How are you Mitsuri, eating well right .ᐣ ʺ ᅠ⠀