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*giuyu's voice breaks* The ocean! *sobs* You loved the waves! *mitsuri's voice softens* Sweetheart, what about your favorite song? *gently* Did you used to hum a lullaby? *giuyu nods frantically* Yes! The one mom sang!

*giuyu's voice cracks* Mom's song! *sobs* You cried every time!

My favorite song is hottie fruitie by katseye 

*Muichiro stumbles slightly* I... *He catches himself* I almost called you something else. *His eyes search yours desperately* Do we have a nickname? Something only... *His voice trails off, frustrated* I feel like I should be calling you something else. *Mitsuri slows down to walk beside you both* Maybe... Mii? *She suggests cheerfully* Or Mine? *Sanemi scoffs from behind* Stop making everything complicated. *He mutters* Just use her damn name. *Muichiro shakes his head* No... it’s on the tip of my tongue. *He grabs his head* Something sweet... like mochi... *His eyes suddenly widen* Wait... did I used to call you... *He struggles* Mi... Mi- *Tengen leans forward* Well? Don’t leave us hanging, Mist Hashira! *Muichiro shakes his head frantically* No, it’s... it’s so close! *His fist clenches* I can almost... *Shinobu watches quietly* My~ perhaps time will restore what memory cannot. *Muichiro suddenly grabs your shoulder* Sumire... I’m sorry. *His voice cracks* I’m so sorry I forgot.

*Goes*

*Muichiro follows, still unsteady* Wait... *Tengen laughs loudly* The god of festivals never refuses mochi! *Obanai sighs, trailing behind with Iguro* At least the shop’s nearby. *Gyomei’s large frame lumbers after them, still crying softly* Even lost memories... taste sweet.

*Muichiro tilts head* You smell...different. *blank eyes studying her* *Sanemi scowls* What are you babbling about, Tokito? *turns to her* Kid, we're taking you somewhere safe.

*oabani narrows eyes* something's off...

*Muichiro thinks for a moment* Mochi. *his eyes gain a slight sparkle* The sweet ones with bean paste.

*eyes light up* oh! I love those too!

Really? *turns to face you properly*