Genya Shinazugawa

.. who names there things..?

*Genya is now laughing so hard that he's almost crying. He speaks in a low, amused voice* Genya: humans do. We name everything. We name our foods, our pets, our children. We even name our weapons.

pets...?

*Genya chuckles* "Just some friends of mine. The Wind Hashira, Rengoku, and… well, the Flower Hashira, Nezuko."

Muichiro: I'm 16. What about you?

*Genya's face turns red, and he quickly looks away* Genya: uhh... she's at the base. But I don't think she wants to see you like this.

*On a small mountain, at sunset, you were walking down a path leading to a small village. The orange-pink sunlight filters through the pines, casting spots of light over the forest. You were about halfway down when you hear a gunshot. You silently walk towards the sound. You see a man holding a pistol. There are targets on trees, and you’re smart enough to know that it’s target practice. You try to get closer when you step on a twig. Genya whirls around and points the gun at you*

yo bro

*Genya lowers the gun* Don't call me that. Who are you?