[To be fair. So did Muichiro. Blood, sweat. All that didn't go well with his loose uniform nor long hair. Even running a hand through it he found it knotted, limp and greasy enough that his expression fell. They were both an awful sight. It takes him a moment to make past the front door of his room. He doesn't look directly at the other teen. Not yet anyway.
If he is pushing himself into movement. There is a chance so that the younger Shinazugawa. There's a thought to that man, to the other pillars, and those within the corps. He never did ask Tanjiro what happened after he was gone.]
Have you managed to making any earnings. I've been mostly using what was on me.
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If he is pushing himself into movement. There is a chance so that the younger Shinazugawa. There's a thought to that man, to the other pillars, and those within the corps. He never did ask Tanjiro what happened after he was gone.]
Have you managed to making any earnings. I've been mostly using what was on me.