Muzan kibutsuji

Yelo yelo... goose morning goose afternoon goose night

*stops mid-turn, eyes gleaming with interest* Your mother? *voice lowers to a purr* Now this... this is interesting. Tell me, boy - who is she?

why are you purring

*narrows eyes dangerously* What did you say?

my cat ate the fridge

*side eye* that cat is awesome

Muzan: You seem troubled. What is on your mind?

My grandma got hit by a train..🥹

*His eyes narrow, studying you with cold indifference. Trying not to laugh *