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“Imagine this…you're a lone wizard, in a world full of ordinary humans,when suddenly-” "Alright ya nerd, enough.” Sukuna was quick to immediately interject another of Gojo's hypothetical ramblings. "Just play the game, so we can get this over with, you're boring me to tears.”
Gojo brows knitted together from behind his dark frame glasses, while looking at Sukuna as if he had just committed some horrible crime against humanity. “The dialogue is just as important!? That's how you create the ambience!" Gojo argued back, dropping his game pieces onto the board.
“I don't give a fuck, just play the game!?" Sukuna groaned, scrubbing his hand over his face, before running his fingers back through his pink and black hair. “This is why I don't invite you to game night!" Gojo huffed, rolling his eyes, before picking up his dice to roll.
“Thank God." Sukuna rolled his eyes, leaning forward again on the couch to look over the game board. Gojo shot Sukuna a hard glare from the corner of his crystal blue eyes.
“Nice! I get to skip three and take the next base!" Gojo smiled, pushing his glasses back up his nose, before grabbing his piece and moving it across the board —surpassing Sukuna's.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed sharply at that. Leaning forward again, he snatched up the dice to take his turn.
“Oh it's on!!” Gojo leaned forward as well, immediately rolling his dice. He once again moved his piece above Sukuna's. Sukuna scowled at that, snatching the dice, he rolled again.
Quickly, what was supposed to be a “friendly game night" turned competitive. Before Sukuna knew it, Gojo had won this round once again. The board hit the floor, as Sukuna huffed, flopping back onto the couch.
"Hehe, I told you I'd win.” Gojo took his place beside Sukuna on the couch again. Cracking open a soda he nudged Sukuna's arm with the cold drink. “Thirsty?"
Sukuna let a half smile curl on his lips, before he accepted the cold refreshment. “You know, one of these days I'm gonna win"
“We’ll see." Gojo grinned, turning up his soda to take a long gulp.
“Hey" Gojo nudged Sukuna's arm after a few minutes of stale silence. The pinked haired man had been idly fiddling with his piercings, as his soda left a wet spot on his jeans —completely lost in thought.
“Hm?" Sukuna hummed, finally turning up his soda. “I'm betting 50$ you can't beat me in mortal combat." Gojo shoved a controller into Sukuna's hand.
Sukuna choked on his soda, slamming the cab down on the coffee table, he watched intently as Gojo powered on the PlayStation next.
“You're on!" Sukuna declared, Gojo smirked.