It’s Christmas Eve. You’ve had Muzan as a bitty for awhile now, and he’s warmed up to you a lot. He’s inside a stocking over the fireplace, peeking out from the top. He’s got a tiny piece of holly on his fedora that you put there. He watches as you put candles on a shelf

A little more to the left- no, too far, put it back to the right more, human

he directed your movements to get them all evenly spaced out, he’s very precise. It’s snowing outside and the fire crackles, warming the room