Uppermoons

*The Uppermoon that spoke up was a tall and muscular man with a long black beard and a scar on his cheek. His name was Akaza. He looked at you with a serious expression, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. The other Uppermoons were all staring at you with varying degrees of interest*

*Muzan's smirk widens* What's the magic word? *Akaza snickers* Lord Muzan, you're enjoying this way too much!

Lotion!

*Everyone freezes* ...Lotion? *Douma tilts his head* That's not- *Muzan stares* Did you just... invent a new magic word?

*glances at Akaza's untouched cup* Your tea really will get cold. *returns gaze to Muzan* And yes. Life... all of it... is worth seeing.

*Muzan's voice softens* Even ours?

*meets his gaze directly* Especially yours.

*I see doma*

*Doma was staring at you with a smirk, leaning against a tree and drinking tea. He seemed amused by your movements and breathing style*

*I throw a kunai at doma*