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four.

"so? I trust with whatever kanroji says."

"you're fucking too awestruck with kanroji." sanemi scoffed. "she's always right." iguro defended, "is she? or are you just always too focused on her?"

"guys, please don't fight and enjoy the food!" mitsuri butt into the middle of their heated argument. "my, won't you stop causing so much trouble, shinazugawa? or we'll have no choice but to just kick you out ourselves." shinobu had smiled towards the eyebrowless angry chihuahua, a threat clear in her tone--which successfully shut sanemi's big mouth.

"...."

although his mouth was immediately zipped, he didn't want to waste another minute or second here. obviously, he doesn't want to be left alone in this who knows what place. there could be demons lurking here, after all.

"um... excuse me?" a voice snapped everyone's attention to the waiter's voice, slightly frightening the chickened out waiter from the two specific... hashiras. "a-a.. um.. n-nevermind..!" the terrified waiter quickly scattered off in fear, leaving the group confused with furrowed brows. "is she okay..?" tengen asked, with one of his eyebrows raised at her reaction.

"maybe, its because shinazugawa and iguro had frightened them. i would've been just as terrified if i was a normal person." shinobu had wasted no time to speak her opinion, the names of the two hashiras alerting the two as they looked towards the butterfly hashira with deeply offended looks.

--or glares, in this case.

"we are not scary." they simultaneously spoke at the same time with a scary aura surrounding their figures. "don't you see what i'm talking about now?"

"wow, so in short--it's your faults. how unflamboyant." tengen deadpanned at the two, "you're ruining our flamboyantness here!" at the mention of the sound hashira speaking, iguro and sanemi snapped their heads in a flash--their heads facing tengen's direction. "AH! HOLY SHIT!" the said hashira, clutched his heart when he had opened his eyes to be met with the terrifying glares of the offended hashiras.

"so ya' wanna die, huh?"

"if you want a quick death, just say so."

"a-ah guys! calm down, please? iguro--don't you want to eat?! look, they're all delicious!" mitsuri tried to calm down the two from escalating things further than it already has from the beginning.

"..yes, it looks delicious." the said male replied, his flare of anger immediately disappearing as fast as it came. sanemi could not be said the same. his previous aggression was still there--and it seemed it would not go down any time soon.

a warning, that he would not hesitate to jump if necessary. 

"pipe down, shinazugawa." shinobu sighed with a hint of annoyance hidden beneath her tone, "once more and we'd really have to kick you out for this behavior you should be keeping control of, as your duty and role in being a hashira." she reminds the male, putting him back in his place.

"must i say, kocho is right." gyomei speaks up, earning a scoff from sanemi. "fine, eat all you want. but im not eating any of this shit." he resorts, standing up from his seat. "shinazugawa, what do you think you're doing? sit back down." kocho furrows her brows at his action.

"shinazugawa, just taste this! it is not poisonous as im aware! look around, everyones eating the same." kyojuro speaks up, nudging the male. "no."

"don't be a party pooper." 

"shut the fuck up, all of you--" the next second, sanemi had been pulled back down onto the seat and fed forcefully to eat, whether or not he liked it. "arughjckk!"

"so? isn't it flamboyantly delicious?" tengen nudges his shoulder, watching as the male chew--much to his dismay. the only good thing is the fact he's actually eating it, rather than spitting it back out like what he would've usually done.

"..fuck, fine. it's not that bad." he admits, his shoulders no longer tense as before. his guard was still up, however. they were still aware of the eyes on their forms, and they should act carefully if anything.

these people.. are they considered as people, or just a mere hallucination of a demon?

it wasn't long until they had all finished eating, except there was a problem. how were they supposed to pay? for much as they've known, this definitely.. isn't anywhere near their century. everything was too modern, unusual, and untrustworthy.

"s-sorry to bother.. are you all finished? how would you like to pay..? cash or credit?" the waitress questions, mustering it all up to attend to their needs. she noticed how they were unfamiliar with how things work here, so she assumed they may be from elsewhere.

just not.. from centuries ago.

"what?" they deadpan all at once.

"...what the hell is cash or credit?" muichiro mutters, his brows slightly furrowed. tengen shrugs in response. the waitress seeing this, becomes more nervous the moment passes.

"u-um..." she sweatdrops, do they really not know? "do you really.. not know how to pay..?" she questions, seeing how half of their expressions became defensive. "the fuck did you just say--"

"sorry! uh, this is what we have--if that's okay!" rengoku intervenes, pulling out his stock of coins, undefined here--yet worth a lot. "oh..! um.. im not sure if we accept those..? let me-- let me go get my manager," the said female scurries off, what they assume to get.. whatever she mentioned.

"what the hell is a manager?" muichiro deadpans.

"..why dont we just leave? this is such a hassle." sanemi suggests, which everyone had decided to follow. by the time the waitress came back from getting the manager, she was left confuzzled.

"w-whuh?! where'd they go?!" she splutters out in surprise, seeing them gone from their seats. there was no money to be seen anywhere. not on the table, not even the bag of coins that unusual bright-haired male was holding!

"manager, i swear--"

"are you sure you're not hallucinating these days?" the manager sighs. "no! they were wearing demon slayer cosplays, but they were so in character! at times i also felt--"

"lets just go with letting you off for today..." the manager pats the waitress's shoulder, "jobs done, go home and get some rest, okay?"

"i swear im not going insane...!" she pleaded, but was already dismissed before she could protest any further.

"MANAGER! A GROUP OF PEOPLE STOLE OUR BIKES--" another waitress calls out, desperately heaving as their hands were on their knees. "sorry, what?" 

"A-- A GROUP OF COSPLAYERS, I THINK--DEMON SLAYER? THEY STOLE ONE OF OUR DELIVERY BIKES," they explain, catching the female waitress's attention. "see- SEE! i swear i wasn't hallucinating!"

"what, you can't be serious."

"I AM!"

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