@piss_kirby_ CN has a weird habit of taking a show and just making them babies. I blame baby looney toons and a pup named scooby doo.
It worked for them, but it ain’t for everyone.
Suddenly with no warning the Demon King stood behind her, his suit black with traces of gold stitching causing him to stand out in the darkness.
“Afternoon? Darling it’s almost seven O’clock in the evening…”
Slowly the pale man walked past her while he continued. ——
[Starter for @D3MON3MP3ROR]
Makomo didn't know where she was as she looked around herself in panic making sure to tightly hold her blade.
"What is happening?"
The area she found herself in was completely new and never seen before.
“It’s fine, I was only enjoying the night skies.”
His brown orbs glued to her for a moment, only to turn around preparing his walk of the opposite direction.
‘She’s a Hashira, a strong one….’ he thought to himself. ‘However no one lasts against my power, ——
“Hm, made so. Sounds like an evil character. But besides that darling…”
The Demon Lord turned around to fully face the young Hashira. He smell was that of flowers, and peddles with sweet sent of ginger. It made Kibutsuji hungry.
“Why are you out here, alone?”
“ wh ... ”
words died down the tip of her throat as she studied him —— did she get the wrong person ? the demonic aura wasn't wrong and yet , he seemed so normal . staggering a few steps back .
“ .. sorry ? i must've got the wrong person .. ”