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𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 - 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

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[ any reader ]

"Sorry I'm a little late, had some business that couldn't wait until morning." You announce, slipping into your seat at the table.

"Here comes the favourite." Karl grumbles. A comment which you ignore.

"Now that we are all here," Miranda smiles, "what would we like to do tonight?"

"I'd like to play uno." Moreau raises his hand.

"We're not playing fucking uno." Karl slams his fist on the table.

"Twister." You suggest which has your brother shifting his attention to you.

"Are you...have you seen the hippo on the other side of the table?" He points to Alcina who hollows her cheeks. "You want to play twister with a nine-foot vampire? Are you insane?"

"Twister it is." Miranda rises from her chair to pick out the game. You fold your arms with a satisfied grin.

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"Umph." Moreau rubs his elbow when he tumbles over. He defeatedly sits beside Miranda, breaking into a smile when she pats his head.

"This is ridiculous." Karl huffs.

"Do stop whining." Alcina sighs.

You and Donna were smart enough to take up a corner of your own, leaving the rest of the alarmingly large mat to Alcina and Karl, who are in quite the unfortunate position.

"[Y/n], right foot blue." Miranda speaks. You stretch a little, keeping your hands firmly planted at your sides as you extend your leg. Donna gives you a smile when you place your foot beside her's.

"Alright, Karl, left hand red."

"If I move this skyscraper is gonna collapse on me and kill me."

"I think I speak for everyone here when I say hurry so it'll happen sooner." Alcina retorts.

He grunts and carefully redirects his hand to the coloured circle, smirking when he manages to keep himself balanced.

"Alcina, right hand yellow."

You and Donna exchange worried looks.

She lifts her hand and stretches her arm towards the desired colour, wobbling a little. Moreau winces as she loses balance entirely. Karl's shriek is silenced when she covers him completely, dazed from the sudden fall.

You and Donna decide to share the victory, helping one another to your feet. Miranda raises a finger but chooses to stay quiet, frowning at the muffled screams and pleas for help.

"Do you hear something?" Alcina hums. You extend a hand with a chuckle, helping her up. Karl sharply inhales, seeing stars as he stares up at the ceiling.

"Super-si—" he wheezes, coughing. "Super-sized bitch." He breathes out. "Never again. Never again. Screw you, [Y/n]."

"Sore loser."