Puts a flower behind his ear. "Pretty!" She would beam in happiness.
Muzan had become too absorbed in his work, as was often the case. It had not been at all uncommon for the demon to lock himself in his study for days on end. Today had been one such day. Once again, he had become lost within the almost incomprehensible depths of his mind. Yet still, the Demon King kept himself at work. Busying himself with a plethora of notes and pages.
He didn't hear the girl sneak her way into his study, nor when she excitedly snuck up on him, until it was far too late of course. Muzan's reaction came only after Nezuko's sudden exclamation. As crimson eyes shot wide open, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding for quite some time. His response then was immediate. His wild gaze searching here and there for the source of that sound. Only for his heated gaze to fall upon Nezuko. He sighed, as all tension gradually left his body.
"Nezuko. I have told you time and time again to not bother me as I work." And there it was. As always, his words were harsh, but they never carried any true bite to them.
His pale lips parted as if to question her further, but he stopped himself as he felt something tangled in his hair, and alongside it came the fragrance of a flower. How humorous, in his thousand year long life span he had never stopped for little indulgences like these.
A clawed hand comes to rest over the flower, all but tempted to pluck it out of his hair and observe it further. But he stops himself, if only as a respect for the gift he was given.
"You brought me a flower..." Muzan asks, almost incredulous. The nerve of this child, to stop his important research for something as menial as a flower... But he stops himself there. Instead, he is content to let the pleasant moment linger a little longer.
He lowers his hand, giving her a few unpracticed head pats. Cautious enough with his strength as to not overdo it.
"Thank you, Nezuko. Just knock next time."
