nodo | ( graveyard: we're cursed )

[YEAH TAKE THEIR BELL WHY DON'T YOU]

Thanks! You're such a kind, earnest soul!

[YANKING ON THAT TIE OF HIS]

[he throws the bell across the room, jingling all the way. i'm sure that's fine and won't hit anyone.]

You're only too welcome, you... nice... muffin! Arghhh! Look at your forehead! It's got some... smut on it! Don't worry--

[and he? HEADBUTTS HIM IN THE FOREHEAD?]

--I'm getting this for you, too!!

Smut?

[OW????]

[Douman reels from the pain, gritting their teeth.]

Oh, that's it-! That's IT!

[Letting out a huff, Douman just stands up and...walks around the table to pick up Kaz by the scruff of his neck.]

You are very...you are getting overwhelmed! So am I! So quit it, you...you sparkling jewel!

What are you--hey! Put me down this instant, you huge... fucking... king of a man!

[snatching a bottle off the table, he holds it out, menacingly]

I'm going to drink to your good health in a moment!

Please! Calm! Down!

[JUST THE MOST AGGRAVATED NOISE]

[This has gone way too far. Douman drops Kaz, unceremoniously, on the ground, and just folds their arms with a frown.]

...There is no purpose to this! Please! There is no point! We are not enemies!

[there's an amusingly loud OOF as he drops, still clutching his bottle of champagne—and he just sits there, cradling it.]

Then why are you consistently acting enemy-like!?

Because you're very...you make me very emotional!

[CLOSES EYES]

I just want to be left alone!

Then you shouldn't have lied in your drinking game question!

That's inappropriate, dishonest, and most of all, a lie! I mean that in the kindest way possible!

[...]

[Goes over BACK to the table and takes a drink from their glass!]

[And then turns to Kaz and lifts their arms like ARE YOU HAPPY NOW]

[kaz brightens]

See? Doesn't it feel good to do good?

[he stands up, and starts wandering over, untwisting the champagne cork as he goes.]

Here, try a little--

[the champagne cork flies out, nailing douman in his bodypart of choice.]

[RIGHT IN THE CLOWN EYE (CLEYE)]

[Douman bristles, snarling.]

...KAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!

Ah! Sorry, that was a mistake! I was making a peace offering! Oh my god your face is so f... fair!

[he starts hurriedly pouring champagne into douman's glass]

Drink something! Quick! For the pain!