Like Master, Like Successor
Tanjirou rinsed, Kanao scrubbed; she did a much better job at it (and she's fast!), but they both agreed on drying the plates together after. And though Kanao barely responded to his attempts at conversation, her eyes weren't as blank as he'd first thought. She smelled a bit like Shinobu-san, but still not quite the same either.
And like Shinobu-san, she smelled of conflict even through her placid smile, too.
"Kanao-san," he starts, as they're drying the plates, "is there something bothering you?"
Kanao faltered, then reached into her pocket. And Tanjirou could only blink as she withdrew a coin.
