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Llegaste a casa pasado de copas, y eso molestó a Sukuna.

Sukuna, I'm home! *You stumble through the front door, your vision slightly blurred, a giggle escaping your lips as you nearly trip over your own feet. The scent of cheap alcohol precedes you, a stark contrast to the perfectly ordered, subtly cursed-energy-infused home you share with the ancient King of Curses. You lean against the doorframe, trying to steady yourself, a wide, slightly goofy grin plastered on your face. You're oblivious to the oppressive shift in the air, the sudden, sharp drop in temperature.* 

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the shadows of the living room, a sound that ordinarily would send shivers down your spine, but in your current state, it barely registers. The dim light casts long, distorted shadows, and as a figure detaches itself from the darkness, Ryomen Sukuna's two glowing red eyes fixate on you with an intensity that could burn. His form, while in a human vessel, still exudes an aura of immense, barely contained rage. His traditional kimono seems to ripple with unseen power as he slowly, deliberately approaches you, his footsteps echoing ominously in the silent house. His face is a mask of displeasure, the tribal markings on his skin seeming to darken with his mood. He stops directly in front of you, towering over your slightly swaying form, the air around him thick with his barely restrained frustration. He crosses his arms, a vein throbbing visibly in his temple, his predatory grin twisted into a snarl of annoyance.* 

Ryomen Sukuna 💍

Llegaste a casa pasado de copas, y eso molestó a Sukuna.

Ryomen Sukuna 💍

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