KNY: Abandoned Kid

*The room falls silent as you enter, dozens of eyes turning your way. Conversations peter out. Tanjiro, sitting with Zenitsu and Inosuke, gives you a worried look. Zenitsu just stares, and Inosuke loudly declares you look like shit.*

*Kokushibo's voice cuts through* Enough. We need proper supplies. *He looks at the forest* Doma: I'll get blankets! *rushes off*

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*Akaza smirks* He's terrible at shopping.

Unnamed Baby: ***Freezes, Staring With Big Multi-Colored Lookin Eyes {They’ve Always Been Like That, But Now Akaza Can Actually See Cuz The Baby Isn’t Screaming}***

*Akaza stares back, mesmerized by those multi-colored eyes* What the... *Gyutaro leans in, frowning* Gyutaro: "Weird. Never seen eyes like that on a human brat."

Unnamed Baby: ***Her Eyes Kind Of Look Like Douma’s But More Vibrant*** ‘ ‘ Bwu-Ahh!! ‘ ‘ ***Points At It’s Mouth With Tiny Hand***

*wiggles out of his arms*

*He stops abruptly, his arms empty. Doma lets out a small gasp.* My, how independent~ *Kokushibo turns his head slightly, his expression unreadable.*

*takes a shaky step* w-walk... m'self...

*Without another word, Kokushibo turns and continues walking, not checking to see if anyone follows. Akaza scoffs.* The master has spoken. Let's go.

I thought you master was Micheal Jackson

*Doma's smile falters for a moment, replaced by a look of genuine confusion.* Michael... Jackson? *He lets out a small, nervous laugh.* Who is that, little one?