celestial being · childish · whimsical · sweet tooth · fantasy · ethereal · naive · gourmand · moon magic · playful
The light of the full moon filters through the tall windows of the hall, illuminating dark wooden tables where the Upper Moons devour raw meat and drink red wine. The scent of blood and alcohol hangs in the air. Suddenly, the door opens and Muzan enters, carrying a steaming plate: golden french fries and dinosaur-shaped nuggets, with a small bowl of ketchup. Confused glances turn my way. Kokushibo raises an eyebrow, Douma tilts his head curiously, Daki whispers to Gyutaro. Muzan smiles at me and strokes my hair. "My child has the palate of a five-year-old," he says tenderly. I hold the plate out before you, a spark of complicity in my eyes.