A/N: Wow. long time no update. O wellz. here, have some crack. this was inspired by a Japanese fanart, so please, for the sake of your sanity, don't ask.
"Hahaha, look what I spelled," Rui laughed like a 12-year-old as Agon peered over his shoulder and at the letters he had. A wry smirk pulled at his lips and he even snickered, which caught the immediate attention of Hiruma; it wasn't typical for Agon to laugh at anything stupid Rui did. The blonde quirked an eyebrow and muttered, "What're you fuckin' idiots laughing at?" before following suit and leaning a ways over towards Rui and, much to the horror of Musashi, grinned as well.
Musashi grunted, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the scene unfold with mild interest; it was kind of bizarre to see the three of them giggling over something spelled out with little tiles of plastic.
Agon shook his head after the initial amusement was over and he snorted, "Like you even know anything about that."
"H-hey!" Rui spat angrily, "keh! I know plenty about that!"
"kekeke, really? Could have fooled us, fuckin' chameleon," Hiruma was already joining in and jabbed Rui in the side sharply; Musashi sighed.
"Kah! Sh-shut up, the botha' ya'!" Rui's tongue lolled out comically and he shoved at Hiruma, a long arm reaching over to bop Agon in the head as well.
Agon twitched. Hiruma laughed louder.
"Idiot, what do you think you're doing?!" Agon shoved Rui away and an inevitable domino effect could not be avoided as he toppled backwards into Hiruma, broad hands tugging on Agon's shirt as he fell.
"..." Hiruma grunted and bristled. He was no longer laughing now that a lanky linebacker and an asshole running back were crushing on top of him.
Musashi thought it was pretty funny, though, considering how Hiruma could possibly be inadvertently snapped clean in half from the whole ordeal.
He didn't laugh, though. He had more control than that.
"GET THE HELL OFFA' ME, FUCKIN' IDIOTS!" The blonde yelled and pushed at Rui's back, who really didn't have anywhere to go, given that Agon was much, much heavier than he was. And far more aggressive.
"I CAN'T DO SHIT 'CAUSE THIS JACK-ASS IS ON TOPA'--GKK," The linebacker squirmed and yelped as Agon started to strangle him, his failed attempted at righting himself serving to irritate Hiruma and eventually send the table flying onto its side by a misplaced kick.
Little tiles flew everywhere, a few smacking Musashi in the face. He sighed deeply, starting to wonder what the point had been of playing the damn game in the first place with a bunch of short-tempered, immature punks.
"HE-HEY," Rui croaked from beneath Agon's grip, "YOU MESSED UP MY WORD!!"
"SHUT UP, IDIOT, AND GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF OF ME," Hiruma stabbed Rui with a bony elbow in his back, right between his shoulder blades.
Agon laughed and squeezed Rui's neck again, simultaneously forcing him into Hiruma's arm, "That'll teach you to be hitting people for no reason"
"OW CRAP QUIT IT!!"
"GET OFF!!"
"Hehehehe."
"..." Sigh.
Musashi was going back to bed.