jail a backwards look. “I didn’t like it, though,” he kept telling Tanjiro. “I have a bad feelin’. Dunno, I just…” He shrugged and sighed, turning back around - and catching Tomioka’s eye when he did. That previous scrutiny had left his gaze, but something else had replaced it,
come,” Genya told him, noticing this. “Seriously, ‘Nemi, just give it up - “
“Shut up,” Sanemi growled, but a new expression appeared on his watchful face: a grin, gleefully cruel and focused on something Genya couldn’t see. He craned his head, pushing against the mattress and
he’d gotten under Sanemi’s skin, but he ended up ignoring them both in favor of Tanjiro, who grabbed his wrist gently to urge him to turn.
“Genya?” He whispered. “Are you alright? What did he say to you?”
Genya shook his head. “Dunno, some nonsense,” he mumbled, and sent the