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━━ IT WAS CALM.
[name] could feel the soft breeze in the air, the melodic tune of birds chirping near her open shoji door. it was almost perfect.
until it wasn't.
"[NAME]!" loud and booming.
a voice abruptly roared in her ear, disrupting her quiet moment she had gotten all week. she recoils back from surprise in her seated position, hands shooting up to her ears for coverage. "what—"
"[NAME]!" he echoes in the same volume as before, not realizing that he was near to bursting her eardrums.
"I said," she mutters lowly in annoyance, shifting her head towards his direction with the twitch of her eye. her hair swayed with her movement, meeting tengen preparing to call her name out once more. "what is it—" she attempted to answer, if he hadn't tried to howl her name for the third time in a row.
"[NAM—]" that was it. was he deaf? — she refused to believe he didn't hear her. the female hashira was quick to shove the older hashira away, who only then realized she heard him the first time.
"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!" she snapped, face morphing into mild frustration—like she was done with his entire existence.
he physically recoils back at her expression.
"oh! sorry, I didn't hear you." he admits sheepishly, though not convincing.
"seriously?" she shot her eyebrows up, feigning false surprise. "so you're called the 'sound' hashira for nothing, then. pretty useless that you might as well drop out of this occupation."
"what?!" he gasps, quailed at her scornful words. his shit-eating grin faltered, shifting into a frown. "hey—that's rather unflamboyant of you." he crossed his arms, eyes squinting.
"right, and you're annoying. what do you want?" she dismisses his hurtful expression, barely batting an eye.
"you're going to have to look me in the eye—"
"you're not getting an apology." she cut him off before he could finish, earning a silent groan from the older male. "you owe me one first."
"mmm.."
"immature as fuck."
the said sound hashira only shrugs his shoulders in response, her insult having no effect on him, yet. seeing this unbothered response—no apology, no nothing, the [h/c]ette begins to frown deeper in discontempt. "that's it, you're going to meet your demise."
"uh-huh, sure! as if you'd ever—flamboyantly kill me!" he says with full confidence, his stupid shit eating grin never faltering.
