#nzcko

Muzan had become too absorbed in his work, as was often the case. It had not been at all uncommon for the demon to lock himself in his study for days on end. Today had been one such day. Once again, he had become lost within the almost incomprehensible depths of his mind. Yet still, the Demon King kept himself at work. Busying himself with a plethora of notes and pages.

He didn't hear the girl sneak her way into his study, nor when she excitedly snuck up on him, until it was far too late of course. Muzan's reaction came only after Nezuko's sudden exclamation. As crimson eyes shot wide open, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding for quite some time. His response then was immediate. His wild gaze searching here and there for the source of that sound. Only for his heated gaze to fall upon Nezuko. He sighed, as all tension gradually left his body.

"Nezuko. I have told you time and time again to not bother me as I work." And there it was. As always, his words were harsh, but they never carried any true bite to them.

His pale lips parted as if to question her further, but he stopped himself as he felt something tangled in his hair, and alongside it came the fragrance of a flower. How humorous, in his thousand year long life span he had never stopped for little indulgences like these.

A clawed hand comes to rest over the flower, all but tempted to pluck it out of his hair and observe it further. But he stops himself, if only as a respect for the gift he was given.

"You brought me a flower..." Muzan asks, almost incredulous. The nerve of this child, to stop his important research for something as menial as a flower... But he stops himself there. Instead, he is content to let the pleasant moment linger a little longer.

He lowers his hand, giving her a few unpracticed head pats. Cautious enough with his strength as to not overdo it.

He doesn't expect the stranger's words as he sweeps his hand over the coat of his horse. Lifting his head to peek over the animal to eye her as she - he assumed- watched the night sky. John lifts his head to look over the star riddled area before his lips press with a short hum.

"They sure are." Then he turns back down to continue trying to drag the brush over the white coat of Storm - his pony. Storm nickered and threw his head a little at the attention. "Could almost call it a peaceful night were it not for the moon."

He  wasn't  usually  out  so  late  in  the  afternoon.  Nope,  he  had  been  turning  in  early  since  his  "retirement,"  typically  before  the  sun  had  even  gone  down. It  was  still  an  adjustment,  going  from  someone  who  might  have  been  described  as  a  workaholic,  a  man  who  happily  "worked"  through  the  night  to  ensure  peace  and  stability  throughout  the  country,  to  someone  who  spent  his  time  reviewing  students'  schoolwork.  

But  he  would  have  to  stop  his  thoughts  there,  ━  interrupted  by  the  screaming  coming  from  the  park  (?)  That  completely  grabbed  his  attention.  And  there  he  was,  taking  off  in  its  direction,  not  far  away  from  where  he  was  parked,  without  so  much  as  a  second  thought.  

He'd  passed  some  people  running  in  the  opposite  direction,  so  he  figured  something  was  wrong,  but  he  hadn't  really  thought  about  it  until  he  got  there;  he  just  went  toward  the  scream,  given  it  sounded  serious.

But  what  would  he  do  if  it  was  some  criminal  or,  worse,  a  villain ?  Fight  them  with  the  roll  of  laminate  he  had  in  his  hand ?  Yeah,  he'd  feel  stupid  about  it  later,  given  he  was  here  now,  and  it  seemed  the  place  was  empty,  all  with  the  exception  of  what  appeared  to  be  a  young  girl.  She  was  standing  alone  in  the  dark  park,  barely  illuminated  by  the  moonlight  and  the  streetlights  dimmed  by  the  many  trees  bordering  the  area.  So  finally,  with  a  cough  and  clearing  his  throat,  he  spoke.

❝  Hey,  miss-  are  you-  are  you  okay ?  ❞    

unprompted the series ... always accepting!

@nzcko​​ ... “Hmm?” Nezuko tilted her head as she stared at the mutant turtle in both curiosity and fascination. Slowly she raised a finger and gently poked his cheek. // to Mikey

he’s seen a lot ever since  adventuring outside new york’s sewers but wow, wasn’t this the tiniest human he’s encountered! mikey peered back at this widened girl, clearly showing no threat but instead tilted his head alongside her as if showing his own curiosity and fascination. to many, his brothers included, this was either an amusing or annoying sight but to mikey, this was rather normal. you don’t see something like this every day, and who was he if not the most snuggly and charming of the group?! 

@nzcko​ | CLOSED STARTER

Luz laughed lightly as she backed away from a bunch of feral beast like demons. Sadly she had just ran out of glyphs and the extra little pack of papers she always carried with her had fallen out of her pocket some time ago while. 

“Okay uh...nice big fuzzy demons. If you could just let me go, you won’t see me again okay? No? Great uh plan B then...”

"TWO NEZUKOS!?"

A good demon. The rumor of what had happened flew through the mansion like wildfire, and with it came a slew of emotions that had struck Aubrey particularly hard. A demon that would not harm a human ... one that protected humans and fought with the slayer corps ... 

What made her so special?

Disjointed memories of her mother raced through Aubrey’s mind as she tiptoed her way through the halls, coming to a stop outside of the room that she knew the demon to be staying in. She couldn’t help the fear that she felt, nor the cold sweat that broke out on her forehead ... nor the resentment she felt. Not towards this demon itself ... but to the circumstances as a whole.