giyuu: like i said, i am currently a musician. please let go of me. this is sacrilege against the laws of the demon slayers about civilians.
sanemi: *kicks his chair so it falls on the side* HUHHH NANDATTE, TEME? ORAORAORAORA
himejima: wrong anime. namu.
shinobu: someone please restrain him
rengoku: i shall! *hooks arms under sanemi's and drags him out of the room*
uzui: what a flamboyant way to go.
uzui, turning to giyuu: then?
giyuu: please let me go
himejima: child—
giyuu: this is illegal
tokitou:
giyuu: shut up
mitsuri: ... he didn't even say anyth—
giyuu: *starts crying*
uzui: YO WHAT THE FUCK
shinobu:
shinobu: you can be our court musician, then.
giyuu: i want. the streets.
shinobu: the streets don't like you.
giyuu:
shinobu: ok, firstly— stop fucking crying— we untie you. do not try to run away; we will chase after you. second, you will sit there like a good do— boy and play us something. if we like what you play, we'll give you money. with the money you received from being our one-time *air quotes* "court" musician, you will venture out to another country and start your musician bulsh— life there. okay?
uzui, whispering to kanroji: that was actually a good proposal. i see her plan.
uzui, speaking normally: and if we don't like it, you can consider yourself dead in the music industry. you will have no choice but to stay here. we clear?
shinobu: *gasp* i— *whispers* i was planning to throw him out without money! how could you give him hope just like that?
uzui, whispering to shinobu: wait... so it wasn't a plan—
shinobu, whsipering: absolutely not.
tokitou: play something. *presents shamisen*
mitsuri: um... he's still tied up.
himejima: *unties giyuu*
giyuu: *stops crying and stands up like nothing happened* please give me a grand piano.
tokitou: *forcefully hands him the shamisen* this. is. all. we. have.
giyuu:
giyuu: ok boomer
iguro, in the kitchen:
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