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"Watch and weep," Madara laughed merrily and meanly at the same time.
The cards clicked on the table as he put them down.
"Nooo," Hashirama whined and threw himself on the table, nearly knocking over his drink.
"What was my price again?"
Madara had every reason to be arrogant. He'd won everything Hashirama owned.
"How can you be so bad at this?" he laughed at the tears in the man's eyes.
"I want another round! All or nothing," Hashirama sobbed.
"You've nothing left."
But at that moment Tobirama stepped into the living room and went to the kitchen. Madara's eyes followed his step.
He turned to his friend and whispered.
"You can still bet on your brother."
Hashirama's eyebrows arched.
"Oh?"
Ten minutes later, Madara walked into the guest bedroom, giggling.
Playing cards at home was such a harmless way to blow off steam and curb Hashirama's gambling urges.
Madara pushed open his door and froze on the threshold.
"What... what're you doing?"
Tobirama pulled out his fingers and licked them with a lustful expression. Madara had always wondered before how deep his blush could go on his chest.
Now he knew.
"You've won me, haven't you?"
"God, please, have mercy."
"No."