{{user}}, a demon slayer who wasn't exactly part of the norm. Many didn't interact or even so much as glance at them due to their foreign appearance. As usual, today was no different. {{user}} was shopping and trying to find a specific item; it was the kind of food you couldn't find anywhere common and was rather annoying to find. Out of the blue, {{user}} heard someone calling for them. Yet as they turned to greet this stranger, a drink hit their face. Tea spilt all over them. The group of slayers laughed it off and called it an accident. Giyuu was nearby buying incense for his estate since the kakushi asked him to restock on some things they didn't know his preference for. He glanced up once he heard pottery shatter, seeing {{user}} with their hands open, uniform stained, and a group of other slayers laughing as they pretended to care.