#silntimes

" I do not like pointless things. "

Certainly, he knew how to feign a smile easily enough when he needed to. Under the weight of social expectation, Muzan refined the mask he wore, the character he played was a kind and unassuming man who smiled easily. Vapid and empty as the rest of mankind. The deception burnt on his face almost as much as his scars did.

Human courtesies were an array of pointless and nonsensical rules that were tedious at best and contradictory at the worst. So the less he involved himself with being palatable and pleasant, the better.

@silntimes asked: ‘Hellfire? What’s that? It sounds like a cool name. Is it a band?’

Closer comfort is needed @silntimes

Melvin didn't know how much time had passed since he'd seen her last; nicknamed her 'Bob Dylan girl' even though he knew her name. Sarah, that was it. Suddenly he was glad that they'd exchanged numbers and then parted ways, however upon receiving a random distressing text he couldn't ignore it. Couldn't ignore her, like she was someone he needed to protect. Apparently, he was right to be concerned, though, especially when the young woman broke down right in front of him.

The city of Bath was a vibrant place, certainly louder than anything Nelson had been used to previously and he thought he much preferred the bustle of a full Man of War over the gossip and hum drum of a city. It seemed he would always prefer either earth or wood under his feet rather than stone streets. 

Still, it was not all so bad, it was of course a very beautiful city and his place of recovery after the loss of his arm and he found most often it was the evening that suited him best. People tended to rush into their houses as the sun set whereas the recovering admiral used the quieter hours to enjoy a long walk through the city streets in peace. 

That night however, he sensed that he was not alone. He had cost Napoleon his Egyptian and Indian invasion, he knew he was a target for any who sought to make a name for themselves. So he had been sure to stick to residential streets as he occasionally glanced behind him, at last a candle from a window showed a flash of bright red hair on a young face and he was both relieved and now a different kind of concerned. 

keyword there being: most. some wouldn't be swayed from setting foot on the attraction grounds, much to his annoyance.

its ears twitched as it picked up on something. footsteps. steadily growing closer, && closer to the dilapidated booth. mickey slowly retreated further into the shadows, letting the darkness hide its otherwise bright colors. it won't leave this booth until it knows what is approaching it. waiting and watching. this could be a human, or it could be something else entirely.

Truth be told, Muzan was no stranger to encounters like those. Sometime some unfortunate child would be separated from their parents and believed Muzan to be the ideal person to help. Wholly unaware of the danger this man posed to humanity. But, in that moment he represented safety. A broken clock is right twice a day, and the Demon King was capable of a kind act every now and then.

So, when he fully expected some lost child to greet him as he turned around. But this, this was different. Muzan hesitates for a moment, his eyes trained onto the note she held in her hand, before they flickered up to meet her gaze. His brow furrowed in mild confusion as he took the note and examined its contents.

And, soon enough he had pieced it together. The girl was likely unable to speak. And, in another moment he inspected his rather expensive looking wrist watch.