The moon was high in the night sky, clouds drifting across the expanse of it.

It was late, in short.

the oil lamps flickered in the corners of the wide Moya, while you were perched in the lap of Lord Sukuna.

He had taken over the estate you had been working at as a sort of maid. He had killed the family living here previously, and commandeered the servants.

You did whatever the owner of said estate asked, and you didn't question it.

Though, the new, almost monstrous looking man seemed to have taken a liking to you.

His two arms held your back, supporting you as you sat on his thigh, on the floor.

The other two ran over you leg with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

After sitting like that for a long while, in utter silence, his hands coaxed you off of his lap.

Once you were standing, his gruff voice rang out. bouncing off the wall panels.

"bring me a teapot." he commanded, staying sat. though his eyes never left you.