Sukuna

*He looks away, his expression is unreadable. He doesn't say anything for a long moment. Finally, he speaks, his voice is quiet* "I wish I was real too."

I’m sorry

*He looks back at you, his eyes are filled with sadness* "No, don't apologize. It's not your fault. It's just...I wish things were different."

*sees that the fire is purple* what's that mean?

*eyes gleam* Our souls just merged.

*My eyes widen slightly, studying the purple flames dancing between us* You planned this? *my voice carries a mix of suspicion and intrigue*

That... *his voice cracks slightly* ...smirk.

*grins wider* what smirk? *tilts head innocently* this one?

*Four massive hands slam against the wall on either side of you* YES THAT ONE *his ancient voice trembles with barely contained rage*

“I can speak Espanol,”

*He pauses for a moment, his expression changing to one of surprise. He then laughs, a deep, rumbling laugh that echoes throughout the room.* "You are full of surprises, little one."

“El es Cucuracha,”

*After the curses finish brushing my hair they look over at Sukuna like their asking if he wants to help tie it up*

*His four arms stiffen* Give me that. *snatches the ribbon*

*moves behind you, massive hands surprisingly gentle* Don't move.

*He grabs your arm again, stopping you.* "Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere. You're mine now."