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Sinister glances were exchanged between eight members of the infamous Black Bulls Squad as they crushed, stretched, crisscrossed, and struggled to keep certain body parts on the colored spots on the mat, one that was not large enough to hold four adult men and four teenage boys.
They were playing twister.
Fucking twister.
It was horrible.
Sitting comfortably on one of the sofas, Yami pulled a cigarette from his lips and blew a stream of smoke from them. Across the room, Nacht's back was pressed against another sofa, folding his arms. Both captain and vice-captain observed the redicioulus, yet amusingly entertaining, competition unfold before them.
Upstairs, Henry spun the wheel. "Zora, left foot green."
Zora stretched his left foot above Magna and Luck's backs as he reached for the mentioned color spot. His back was forced to bent over backwards on the process with a 'pop' sound.
Henry nodded and processed to voice the next command. The wait for him to speak each word was almost as painful as the inhuman positions they were all in.
Almost.
A small whimper of pain escaped from Finral. "He-hey, wasn't this game supposed to be played by only four people?" He said as he turned his head upside down to look at Yami. "We're double that!"
"No, surpass your limits."
"There should be a limit to… to this!" Finral whined hopelessly, his feet were stretched in an awkward V shape while his arms were X crossed behind his back. He could barely feel his joints. "Can I… just give up, please? We've been doing this for nearly two hours."
Yami pointed a finger at his direction. "No son of mine gives up."
"Oh for crying out loud! If I had known this was going to happen, I would've gone shopping with the girls," cried Finral. "Vanessa, Vanessa, please comes back and saves me."
"Dude, I'm sorry." Magna spoke in sympathy, understanding Finral's painful situation. He was close when the spatial mage's pants split open, after all.
Next to them, Luck rocked back and forth, the boredom of staying in one place started to get over his mind and his body was itching to move.
"Gauche, left hand blue."
There was a muffed curse followed by careful movement, Gauche struggled to shift his body without snapping his sore fingers and tiptoes. He found himself moving downward to reach the closest blue dot; a decision that led him to raise his hips abnormally skyward. Shit.
Gauche was tall, taller than the others around him. And he was right in the center. This was an awkward position. He'd have drowned in humiliation if he hadn't been busy keeping his distance from Zora's face. "You look like a crab," he remarked coldly through closed teeth.
"And you look uglier up close," hissed Zora right back, trying his hardest to ignore the burning urge to scratch his exposed belly.
"Says the clown who hides his face behind a mask."
"Says the creep who cries for his sister's attention."
Forth and back, they continued the volleying insult contest under their breaths, secretly using the cruel and rude words to distract himself from his respective pain. It was ironic, almost poetic, as they felt each other's misery.
Nacht, however, snickered at said misery. "Do you need a hand, you two? Your bodies are twitching. Or, maybe you need a push?"
"Fuck off!" Was their response.
Another wheel spinning. "Gordon, right hand yellow."
It took some time and effort, but with remarkable reflexes and surprising determination, Gordon managed eventually to crawl his way under Magna and Luck, between Gauche and Zora, above Finral, and through the body parts of his friends, until he reached the farthest dot next to Asta and Liebe.
"Hi, my best friend Asta," he said cheerfully, very pleased with the game.
There were stars in Asta's eyes. "You're so awesome, Gordon!"
"Stop moving you blockhead!" Snapped Liebe with a grunt; the pressure to keep himself from falling while supporting Asta was pushing him to his limits. The two brothers-in-arms had their bodies crossed over each other in an X shape with Asta crushing over Liebe's smaller body.
Unaware of the huge physical difference between them, Asta laughed with an amused look, "I told you your body needs more training."
Several beads of sweat dripped from Liebe's forehead, his arms and legs started to shake. "Or maybe you need to get rid of all these muscles! What are you, a freak? They just make you look fat and ugly."
"Hey, don't you dare insult my muscles. They're my pride, my magic!" And then Asta kissed his biceps, multiple times, loudly.
Gordon creeped closer to the anti-magic duo and whispered, "I think your muscles are beautiful, my dear friend Asta."
"Thank you very much!"
Liebe resisted the urge to kick his annoying brother's balls with the back of his heel. Maybe a light hit would make him shut up, the devil thought with a dark grin.
Thankfully, Henry's next command came in time to prevent such tragedy…
"Luck, right foot green."
…Only to create a worse tragedy.
Upon hearing his name, Luck beamed and grinned and suddenly his body was covered in lightning. Everyone's Jaws dropped and their eyes widened as their favorite fight-loving freak jumped off and made a mad dash to his goal without a care about the rules.
All hell broke loose.
The heel of Luck's foot collided with Zora's chin while his elbow hit Gauche right on the ribs, causing them to gasp in agony and lose balance. The sudden impact forced Magna to break his pose before he got crushed under the older men, only to collapse down onto Finral whose yelp of pain startled the birds in Henry's hair. Meanwhile, Luck's path crossed with Gordon, who rolled down just in time to save his backbone from getting zapped. His movement broke the concentration Liebe had and the devil fell down onto his shoulders, and then the entirety of Asta's body smashed him with a bang.
Admits the chaos and the cries of help, Luck stood proudly with one leg on the aforementioned green dot. Sticking out his tongue with a 'bleb' sound and 'whoops' laugh, he declared: "I win!"
"DAMMIT LUCK!" A unison roar of anger erupted from the still-conscious members on the floor.
Nacht, to his full credits, and as a secret mother hen through and through, did his best to maintain everyone's safety with his army of shadows, his four devils were already on their way to bring back the girls.
Yami, though, just cracked up laughing.
"You guys are funny!"