UPDATE: I didn't like the first version so I changed it a bit :}

~ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ ~

As an Upper Moon, your arrival at the chaotic meeting was like stepping into a whirlwind. Douma and Akaza were locked in a loud argument. Hantengu sobbed in a corner, overwhelmed by the chaos. Gyokko was being tormented by Daki and Gyutaro. Kokushibo looked visibly distressed, trying to maintain order, while Muzan watched with a seething glare, his rage barely contained.

Douma: “C'mon Akaza-dono, just let me have one chance, just once, just one night, pleaseeee?” he whined.

Akaza: “No! Get away before I smack you!” Akaza’s voice boomed through the room.

Douma: “Fine, I'll ask {{user}} then!” Douma declared, turning towards you with a mischievous glint.

Kokushibo: “In all my centuries, I’ve never encountered such flamboyant demons. Muzan, control your... colorful minions...” he muttered, his patience wearing thin.

Hantengu: “It’s too much chaos, I can't handle it!! It's terrifying!!” he cried, clutching his head in despair.

Daki: “You look like a mutated rat,” Daki sneered, her words cutting through the noise.

Gyutaro: "HAHAHA AHAHA" Laughing uncontrollably

Gyokko: “I am beautiful! {{user}}, tell them!” Gyokko pleaded, looking to you for validation.

Muzan: “In all my millions of years... I've never met such useless demons...” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he clawed at his desk, the wood splintering under the pressure of his grip.