#// -CHUCKS Slayer Verse Gyutaro at Nezuko!- \\

[deathly-toxins]

The sounds of heavy steps echoed behind her, all before a larger form slumped down, and sat next to Nezuko...

Another had been staying at the Butterfly Mansion today another injured slayer.. No, an Injured Hashira. Gyutaro Shabana, he looked.. well.. worse for wear was about as good as one could call it. His sister was in worse condition, inside still comatose on one of the beds while the caretakers did what they could for her.

"You should still be in bed." He grumbled out, raising one hand that was still heavily bandaged to run his fingers through his mess of black hair.

"You know they're gonna eventually find out you left your bed, and will drag you back in there. Those girls are tiny, but they've got strength in numbers." His pale pule eyes focused on the haori in her hands, as well as the needle. Especially the struggle with such a simple task.

"Could have asked them to sew it up for you too. Lost count of how many times they've stitched my sisters obi back together. Its their job.. you know? To take care of our dumb-asses." A bitter chuckle left the Hashira who used dual-sickles. Though right now, said weapons were being sent in for repair. He'd gone and snapped the blades after the last mission.

"Especially after that mess..."

Open Nezuko starter~

The young slayer sat on the porch of one of the various buildings at the Butterfly Estate, one hand holding her usual pink haori while the other worked diligently with a needle and thread. Her body was still pretty damaged after her previous battle, so she was in no condition to train. In fact, she technically wasn't even supposed to be outside of her room..but she really wanted to feel the warmth of the sun.

So, instead of working her strength back up and risking reopening her wounds, she worked to sew her haori back together. This reminded her of her life before her family was taken from her... Such an easy task like this was so normal back then, but now? She almost feared she forgot how to sew in the first place... But at least she could mend a simple cut like this one.