Sho asks Ohno to join them Friday night, as though he honestly does not know that the others have been begging, pleading, and threatening Ohno over the phone all week. Ohno thinks longingly of the fishing boat available for Saturday morning as Sho insists that he really will enjoy himself, but, still, he gives in and asks for a ride.
Jun’s apartment really doesn’t seem like the place for this kind of activity, but Jun mixes up colorful cocktails as though nothing were amiss. Nino pats the empty spot beside him on the couch and Ohno sits obediently, watching as Sho lovingly unpacks his supplies and sets up the board. Aiba curls up at Nino’s feet, in front of the coffee table. Jun sits opposite, giving Aiba a stern warning not to spill anything on his nice carpet.
“What is this again?” Ohno asks, helpless.
“Risk,” Nino answers.
“Risk,” Sho echoes, and it sounds a bit less like three syllables.
“And what is the point?”
“To be king of the world,” Jun says.
“Nino, can we be allies?” Aiba asks, counting out his pieces.
“Of course.”
“He’s just going to turn on you in the end. He does it every time,” Jun warns, sighing.
“He won’t do it this time! You won’t do it this time, will you?” Aiba asks, turning to give his best pleading face and almost knocking his drink off the table with his elbow.
“Can I be on Nino’s team, too?” Ohno asks, excited by the prospect of not learning this game.
“That’s not the point!” Jun groans.
“Having an alliance is a perfectly acceptable strategy,” Sho insists.
“Being the only one who can read the cards is a great strategy, too,” Jun grumbles.
This erupts into an argument over Sho’s integrity as a translator. Aiba and Nino ignore the pair, talking excitedly about their new world order.
“Ohno can be our chief of staff,” Nino says, squeezing Ohno’s knee reassuringly.
“Wait, wait,” Aiba interrupts. “Why don’t the five of us form an alliance? Then we don’t have to have a war!”
Sho chucks the game manual at Aiba’s head. Aiba ducks and it hits Nino in the gut. Nino growls and picks up a pillow, but is interrupted by Jun shrieking about his nice, clean, carpet. Aiba drags Ohno with him to hide behind the couch and, giggling, whispers in Ohno’s ear.
“Isn’t this better than fishing?”
“It’s more eventful,” Ohno answers, diplomatic.
They both cringe at the unmistakable sound of a game board being overturned.
"Are we winning?" Ohno asks.
"We haven't broken any of Jun's things yet. So, yes!"
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Sho asks Ohno to join them Friday night, as though he honestly does not know that the others have been begging, pleading, and threatening Ohno over the phone all week. Ohno thinks longingly of the fishing boat available for Saturday morning as Sho insists that he really will enjoy himself, but, still, he gives in and asks for a ride.
Jun’s apartment really doesn’t seem like the place for this kind of activity, but Jun mixes up colorful cocktails as though nothing were amiss. Nino pats the empty spot beside him on the couch and Ohno sits obediently, watching as Sho lovingly unpacks his supplies and sets up the board. Aiba curls up at Nino’s feet, in front of the coffee table. Jun sits opposite, giving Aiba a stern warning not to spill anything on his nice carpet.
“What is this again?” Ohno asks, helpless.
“Risk,” Nino answers.
“Risk,” Sho echoes, and it sounds a bit less like three syllables.
“And what is the point?”
“To be king of the world,” Jun says.
“Nino, can we be allies?” Aiba asks, counting out his pieces.
“Of course.”
“He’s just going to turn on you in the end. He does it every time,” Jun warns, sighing.
“He won’t do it this time! You won’t do it this time, will you?” Aiba asks, turning to give his best pleading face and almost knocking his drink off the table with his elbow.
“Can I be on Nino’s team, too?” Ohno asks, excited by the prospect of not learning this game.
“That’s not the point!” Jun groans.
“Having an alliance is a perfectly acceptable strategy,” Sho insists.
“Being the only one who can read the cards is a great strategy, too,” Jun grumbles.
This erupts into an argument over Sho’s integrity as a translator. Aiba and Nino ignore the pair, talking excitedly about their new world order.
“Ohno can be our chief of staff,” Nino says, squeezing Ohno’s knee reassuringly.
“Wait, wait,” Aiba interrupts. “Why don’t the five of us form an alliance? Then we don’t have to have a war!”
Sho chucks the game manual at Aiba’s head. Aiba ducks and it hits Nino in the gut. Nino growls and picks up a pillow, but is interrupted by Jun shrieking about his nice, clean, carpet. Aiba drags Ohno with him to hide behind the couch and, giggling, whispers in Ohno’s ear.
“Isn’t this better than fishing?”
“It’s more eventful,” Ohno answers, diplomatic.
They both cringe at the unmistakable sound of a game board being overturned.
"Are we winning?" Ohno asks.
"We haven't broken any of Jun's things yet. So, yes!"