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— kuidaore —
(n) to eat yourself into bankruptcy
origin ; japanese

T H I R D P E R S O N P O V

"Fuck, Blake," the incoherent left Phoenix's lips in a low hiss. The cheeky sod he called his brother was entirely messing with his patience, or lack thereof. He watched with narrowed eyes as Blake fell into a fit of obnoxious laughter, throwing his head back as he situated himself more comfortably in the beanbag he was currently occupying on the ground.

Cursing under his breath, Phoenix focused his attention back to the game on the screen in front of him. His Nana chuckled softly beside him causing his cheeks and the tips of his ear to shade pink as she wrapped a delicate arm around his broad shoulder frame, pulling him into her embrace.

"Nana," he mumbled with a frown when she momentarily covered his eyes as she brushed away forelocks dangling in his face. She only chuckled in return.

Phoenix shifted his attention between the controller in his hand and the screen as he juggled the ball for a solid minute and a half before passing it to Talon who was currently Bale on screen.

Situated in the game room of the Worthington mansion, the guys were wholly absorbed in an El Clásico match of their own on Fifa 18. With Phoenix and Talon playing on Real Madrid, Blake, Judah, and Marlowe - in all their glory of universe sized egos and cocky attitudes - played on FC Barcelona.

They all successfully pissed Phoenix off with each passing second as they teased him that they were playing on his girl's favourite team while he played her rival, his favourite. He could perfectly see Adrianna's face in his mind, scrunching her nose. They always had playful banter over their liking in the two biggest rivals of teams. She was so much like Elliot, he'd love her, he often thought to himself, feeling unbelievably lucky.

"Marlowe, pass the fucking ball," Judah yelled, staring hard at the screen. The anxiousness was rolling off each of the guys in waves as the final nine minutes were happening and it was a five to five tie.

The guys were at each other's throat mercilessly and unrelentingly, spitting expletives and incoherent after incoherent each other's way. Though Phoenix suggested to his Nana that she go be with Pyper and Adrianna, she wasn't giving in, saying how she wanted to spend time with him, Blake, and their friends first. I'll have my girl time with the girls later on, she told Phoenix with a wink, in turn worrying him of all things they could talk about.

In truth, Phoenix didn't mind his Nana staying with him and guys, but their conversations were in other words, vicious and rather inhumane - filled with the most colourful swears and the dirtiest sexual innuendos possible. They all knew it was meaningless and just part of the rage, but they were unstoppable when they started. And Phoenix was only trying to shelter his grandmother and her ears from the bluntness of his friends and himself. But she didn't seem to care as she laughed and teared up from watching their ways.

"Phoenix," Blake bellowed at his brother as he stole the ball and juggled the ball down the field with insane speed. Titania - the Worthington's nana - found herself edging forward in her seat with Phoenix as his fingers worked the controller relentlessly.

The passion and love for soccer ran deeply, coursing through the veins of all of them. In time, hanging with Phoenix, Blake, and Pyper, it only shaped Marl, Jude, and Talon to be that way too. Adrianna seemed to fit with the bunch perfectly, she had her own passionate streak when it came to the sport and never backed down from standing tall and showing pride for her team.