SHOPPING
It didn’t take long for the crisp winter Friday to roll along. Robins perched on trees all across the vast garden and the wintergarten far colder than in summer. Muzan was sitting on an L-shaped sofa in said wintergarten. A coffee mug in his hand along with the sweet yet faint smell of caramel. Hanako was still walking around, attempting to get used to the vast expanse of area. Roses in plant pots were scattered around the shelves, water had been freshly topped up. Most likely by Muzan.
“What makes you get up so early, Hanako?” Muzan queered, taking a sip of his coffee.
“I don’t need to sleep, but I do anyway. Not for long periods of time. Why are you drinking coffee?”
“I don’t need to eat, but what's the fun in not?” Muzan replied.
“Fair enough… When’s the tall guy gonna come down? By the looks of it he doesn’t need sleep either..” Hanako trailed off before Muzan stopped him.
“Which one?”
“Uhm… Pink hair.. 4 arms..”
“Ah,” Muzan blurted, “He will be down soon. He usually comes down about now..”
“You make it seem like a routine,”Hanako pointed out.
“I suppose it is at this point.” There were hunky footsteps, before a huge, pink-haired tattooed guy rifled through the kitchen.
“Where the fuck is the yakult?” Sukuna yelled to Muzan, not bothering to turn his head around.
“The bottom drawer above the stove, far right. Keep them away from the flame hashira, he has lactose intolerance.” Muzan hollered back.
“Thought you hated him? He’s a demon slayer after all.” Hanako murmured, his head cocked to the side with a raised eyebrow.
“I usually do, but it's a break from everything for the moment. No wars, arguments, murders , the sort.” The demon responded, flicking the space between Hanako’s eyes yet making sure to not inflict any pain.
“I didn’t realise kings had breaks?” The ghost queered.
“God did, so can I.”
“Ms Madoka?” Anya pondered. “What happened to all these people so that they came here?”
“If I’m being super duper honest with you, Anya-san! I truly have no idea…”
“Anya,” Loid cracked the door open, “Bondman has started if you’d like to watch it?”
Anya nodded eagerly, getting up from the colouring table and waving goodbye to her newfound friends. Loid gave an appreciative nod to Homura, before getting dragged away by Anya. Meanwhile, Power was screeching at Denji as he attempted to shove her into the shower, claiming she stank of chicken and shit. Which she did, but no one would admit it. (She did get eventually showered.)
Nobara, Yuji, Megumi and Tanjiro were playing in the snow. Nobara attempting to strangle Yuji with her scarf and Tanjiro and Megumi making a snowman. Which was destroyed by Gojo coming along and giving it ass. He did bring out a carrot for them to stick on the snowman, which they were grateful for no less. Taekjoo was cooking pot noodles, which Zhenya had a taste of and then immediately downing a cup of milk.
“Pussy,” Taekjoo murmured, blowing on the noodles before he took a big bite,
“What was that, hm?” Zhenya replied, his voice off from the cup still pressed to his mouth swollen. The milk around his lips was a stark contrast to his very red face.
“Nuffink..”
“Jesus christ..” Leewon murmured as Shadow milk and Rengoku argued outside his door. Vladmir telling the beast to ‘piss off’ and Giyuu trying to get Rengoku to lower his voice. He rolled over, stealing all the blanket off Caesar. Caesar huffed, allowing Leewon to do as he pleased as he fought the urge to tell them to argue somewhere else.
“So loud, I wonder if Kyojuro’s voice ever grows hoarse.” Caesar groaned into the lawyer's back, which took Leewon by surprise.
“I thought he was partially deaf? From some kind of demon..” Leewon grumbled, hiding his eyes from the sunlight.
“....How did you know that?”
“Don’t start getting jealous… I just overheard his and Giyuu’s conversation, that's all.” Leewon snapped, giving a light smack to the Tsar’s head, who let out an unenthusiastic ‘ow’.
Suddenly Muzan burst into the room, Hanako behind him.
“Shopping day,” Muzan spoke, a list in his hand which Caesar had to squint at to read.
“Fine fine, let us get up first..” Caesar yawned, clicking his knuckles as he reached for a glass of water as Leewon stole the blanket once again.
“Like.. five more minutes,” Leewon mumbled into the pillow.
“Leewon I quite literally don’t have a bed, I feel like one of Ash Trevino’s kids.” Hanako spoke up to get his point across.
“I’m getting up, I’m gettin’ up..” He mumbled, sliding out of bed and leaning against the wall as he clicked his back, stretching his free arm down.