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Everyone just wanted to play a Uno Normal game with (non) normal friends.
But Uno is like that, a violent game and +4 is an unfair card.
Trish didn't want to play, so why submit to such a competitive game? She is sleepy (or lazy too, but she doesn't want them to say that). So she's just making the comments.
In a spring afternoon weather, the sun that shone on the various trees near the house made some rays of light here and there (nothing to worry about). The initial idea was from Narancia, who was tired of the random games he found on the Internet. So Uno. Just Uno.
But after all, Abbacchio just agreed to play Uno to be close to Bruno - and defeat Giorno, of course. -
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"Are we really doing this?" Fugo said when he saw everyone gathered on the (expensive) carpet in the room. Uno in one corner, Trish sitting on the couch and the rest of the team on the floor. Alright, Fugo just sat down too.
"We definitely are," Narancia replied with a smile.
"So we all already know the rules of the game. But any questions?" Bruno asked, handing 7 letters to each pair.
"I really could be doing something else right now but I'm playing Uno" Giorno said.
"Something else like listening to kpop for another five hours?" - Fugo answers and Giorno rolls his eyes.
"Hey, are you going to start the game or not?" Trish interrupts the fight.
At least it wasn't as bad a match as they thought. Everyone played well.
(Actually, there were frustrations and little fights)
"I'm sorry but we'll have to block you." Giorno speaks indifferently throwing the card in half.
"Save your fucking saliva for when you talk Uno and be disappointed later when I make you buy letters." Abbacchio murmurs.
Trish was still watching the match (so far strangely calm)
But at least there is a rule, an effective rule.
Fight yes, stands no. They may even fight but nothing to take the stands to fight.
"Uno, my friends!"
The rest of the teams be quiet for a second..
"Giorno and Mista just made Uno!" Trish comments.
"Fucking no!" Narancia shouts (Definitely scream fucking loud, enough for the street to hear) throwing a card in the middle. This letter was nothing less than ..
+4
"And Giorno and Mista just won 4 more cards .."
"Oh, are you kidding !?"
"NO NO I AM NOT DEFINITELY, MISTA."
"I THINK YOU WERE MY FRIEND ????
"NO."
- And definitely okay, the others watched the discussion or definitely just incoherent screams in silence -
"Hey Mista, calm down." Giorno puts his hand on Mista's shoulder. "I'm going to buy a card, so it's only five more."
Everything else definitely rolled their eyes at such a gay scene exploding in everyone's face.
"See? You love Giorno and love has four words." Narancia speaks again. "I'm sorry." In a sarcastically and completely malevolent way of a cheating person who gave +4 to his gay tetraphobic friend, is there worse evil than that? (Not).
"Ah, now I give up, you can shove this Uno into your as--"
"Language." Bruno cut Mista because here is Family Friendly, everyone is polite, family watch program with family (Just What)
"I just wanted to see the family playing Uno." Trish speaks sadly watching the fight unfold.
Fugo sighs. "I never wanted to play this thing."
"What do you mean, bae?" Narancia responds dramatically.
"Yeah, that's definitely it."
"Why bro ????"
"I'm still upset because you'd rather see the John Wick movie than be with me, really!"
"BUT-- The movie was epic, you know you could have watched it with me" - Narancia crossed her arms with a cute pout.
"Amazing the ability to be gay and fight all at once."
"Dude, what about Uno?" Abbacchio wonders what everyone wants to know especially about you who are reading right now.
"Nobody cares about that anymore." Giorno gets up from his seat, sad inside because he was close to winning but ended up buying five damn cards, he could have won that !!!! "Let's go to the bedroom, Mista, now." - And the poor guy (Really, poor guy no, but just poor guy because he could have won Uno's but no) didn't have the millisecond to come up with a coherent answer to the question because he was dragged into the bedroom.
Narancia, cover your ears.
"But .. Just where are they going now ?!" - Trish speaks completely outraged by the situation.
"Narancia, I recommend you lock yourself in the room and try not to listen, for your own good."
"I'm traumatized for four weeks, what I see in sleep paralysis is Giorno and Mista in the corner of my room."
"What do you see?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Trish is tired of hearing gay stuff by now (it's really not because she's fujoshi). Then she locks herself in her overly bright pink bedroom that looks more pink than her father's hair, Diabocrazycrazy (Also the father she hates) and tries to forget all the traumatizing talk that has happened. The rest of the people in the room are left with nothing to do, after all it was just an innocent departure from Uno and I don't know what turned out to be at this time.
"I swear, I swear I just wanted to play Uno." Narancia laments and cries sadly sad.
"Little son, don't be sad." Bruno, like a good mother who finds a child on the street like those dogs / cats that you look at and think "I'll take" on the street in a random alley, is stroking Narancia's exaggerated messy hair since Fugo is too upset for that.
And in the end no one won Uno's game, after all, nobody cares anymore.
Obs; Rumors that what happened in Giorno's room stayed there and no one wanted to know about their personal lives so no one cares. That's it.