A; ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ-ʟᴇᴡᴅ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

[Tanjiro had a great many visions of grandeur and great pleasure in his otherwise frequently empty little head. One such vision, as he is unknowingly drenched in pixie dust, drifts along after him as he wanders Lunatia, keeping largely to less-populated areas. The daydream is quaint, depicting a snowy wood on a mountain and Tanjiro himself, with five other children, all in staggered ages younger than his own. Their kimono are worn but lovingly maintained, their snowshoes are used, but the smiles on their faces as they hurl palmfuls of snow at each other are genuine, their laughter pure and without a care in the world.]

[The smile on Tanjiro's face as he wanders is distant, the slightest bit pained, but very, very fond.]

B; ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴡᴅ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⚠️⚠️Be warned of teenagers getting frisky in daydreams.⚠️⚠️

[It was silly to think that at nearly sixteen he would be completely without dirty thoughts. He was a good kid-- kind, giving, friendly to a fault --but it certainly didn't mean he didn't experience the more primal urges of a teenage body. This particular daydream is one brought to fruition by nearly six months of confused attraction, a bond changed by the effects of the Cordis moon, and involves Tanjiro and a particular boar-head-wearing friend of his being a fair amount more than friendly. The daydream is vague in its visual, largely because Tanjiro doesn't have a clear enough idea of anything to even visualize it in a fantasy, but it's still obvious by the closeness of the two and the general movement that... Something is certainly happening.]

[Oof. Sure hope he doesn't get caught with that over his head!]

A; ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ...? [ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜɪʜᴏ]

[Even if the creatures were getting a bit invasive, Tanjiro didn't particularly like the idea of capturing them-- who knew how long they would be imprisoned! So he'd been given a Beastmaster Cube, and was wandering with it, turning it over in his hands with a frown on his face. It didn't feel right to have one and not use it, but he really didn't like the idea of them! Forced imprisonment didn't seem fair at all.]

[So, of course, he trips because he's not looking where he's going like an idiot, and the B-Cube yeets out of his hands and collides directly with...]

Oh-- Shiho-san!! [Well, guess now he's forcibly imprisoned one of his friends.] Oh no, she's going to be so mad. [Excuse him as he hurries the fuck over to the cube to release her.]

B; ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇsᴛ.

[Naturally, he is not immune to being caught in his very own B-Cube, forcibly imprisoned only to be released what amounts to the world's most protective Vulpix. He spends a lot of time forgetting to pay attention to where he's going and what he's doing, so he's an easy target if you feel like playing a prank on a Moonblessed, and he's also not really going to argue if someone just wants to capture him on purpose. It's a little weird, sure, but what could possibly go wrong?]

[Oh, right, he's already fiercely overprotective, he doesn't need to be turned into a feral Pokemon beast for that. Whoops...?]

A; ʜɪɴᴏᴋᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴀɢᴜʀᴀ [To say he's nervous is an extreme understatement. Nevermind that this dance was something his father had done for his family for years, and on New Year's as opposed to a day at the end of May, he had never actually attempted the dance itself. Sure, he'd taken inspiration from it to improve his breaths, his fighting, he'd used it to destroy his first of the Twelve Demon Moons, but that didn't mean he was even remotely confident at his ability to dance.]

[He'd watched his father do it every New Year's for years of his childhood, though... He'd memorized it. Surely, if he just remembered the way his father looked when he danced, he could emulate it just fine.]

[And he does, by magical protagonist law, pull it off pretty well, even if the clothes aren't exact and there's no snow on the ground surrounding him. People had wanted dancers, entertainers, and... Well, it was his own contribution, and homage to his family.]

[He's also wearing a cloth over his face, so if you want his attention you're gonna have to wait until he's done or call out to him.]

B; ᴄʜᴀʀᴄᴏᴀʟ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? [Adjusting to modern life was definitely a struggle when you were from over a hundred years in the past, and grew up in the rural mountains of northern Japan, to boot. He's been learning how to use the kitchen in his apartment, but nothing will ever beat out something cooked over a good old-fashioned charcoal fire. He's been doing some charcoal burning of his own, just to keep busy, and figured since this was a market for wares, surely someone would be at least curious.]

[Of course the fact that he has to charge in Moonlacing is a little awkward, but in all honesty he probably wouldn't have charged Chroma if he'd been told to, anyway.]

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