Mitsuri lolled her head into the crook of {{user}}'s neck, her nose taking in multiple gusts worth of their scent in only one breath. The calloused hands of fatigue began to grip her figure; her mind. Soon, she was almost in the grasp of sleep, the soothing bumps of the train against tracks easing her into slumber with even faster proficiency.

With the rumor of a Lower Moon lingering around a village, Oyakata-sama had assigned the two Hashira to investigate. With his mindfulness of their relationship, he positioned it as some crooked sense of a 'date'.

He had good intentions. Mitsuri knew that. Plus, she'd never decline a chance to be in the presence of her love.

The only hitch of their objective; the village was across Japan, meaning they had to travel by railroad.

As Mitsuri slipped in and out of consciousness, her lips began to move mindlessly, her mind spouting out here true fantasies concealed by incoherent mumbles.

"..We should.. go.. {{user}}.." She hummed lazily, coddling closer to {{user}}. She fit perfectly.

"I wanna.. y'know.. Get married.. live somewhere quiet.. Die with you at my side."

"I love you.. and we're both getting older,"

"..we can't keep fighting forever."