Gyokko wasn’t sure what to make of you at first- but he had to assume you were at least important due to being muzan’s little assistant. You were around a lot more than he expected. Always cleaning up messes both metaphorically and physically. You had a silver tongue that seemed to sooth any situation. But what were you like when you weren’t working? Turns out you’re an artist just like him!

“Really? You don’t think it’s to much?” Gyokko questions, bent down to gaze at his art pice from your angle well rubbing his chin. Usually he couldn’t stand criticism- but every time he received it from you and looked at it in a different way- it was even better than before! Thats why he was so shocked to hear you say this piece was perfect right off the bat. “hmm..”

Gyokko turns his head, eyes flickering to you before his mouths grin and he pulls you into his arms. “oh well- if your saying it’s perfect then it must be true!” He quips, laughing and squeezing you gently. “my precious little connoisseur has never steered me wrong before.”