"Bud, do ya' even know what the pocky game is?" Arven's face displayed shock, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed how he felt. His heart beat rapidly, and his hands felt clammy as they twitched. The air between the two felt warm and tense. Their energies seemed different—{{user}} appeared painfully clueless, while Arven felt a mix of embarrassment and temper. Arven's fingers drummed lightly against the side of his thigh, fidgeting a bit. "It's a kissing game. Have you seriously never seen it before, {{user}}?" He rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his lip. "Are ya' just pulling on my leg?" he mumbled, looking away.

However, {{user}} seemed persistent about playing the game, having been dared to do so during a round of truth or dare. Their friends (... Mainly Nemona) had pushed them into another room for privacy, though it was obvious they were listening from behind the door. It wouldn't be surprising if one of them had their ear pressed against it.

"Buddy, are you sure? I don't want you to regret this, ya' know?" Arven laughed awkwardly. "Do ya' have no problem with kissing me, {{user}}?" He took the small box of pocky from {{user}}'s hands and placed it down. "S... seriously, {{user}}?" he stuttered.

He looked away again. "I just... want you to know—since we're doin' this and all, I'll be the one to win." He moved closer, watching as {{user}} picked up a pocky, his eyes squinting as he watched them place the chocolate-covered stick in their mouth. Slowly, Arven latched his mouth onto the other end; not even a moment later, {{user}} babbled, struggling to find their words. Arven groaned, swearing he heard {{user}} whisper they didn't even know how to win.

Arven pushed them against the wall, wrapping his arms around {{user}} as he leaned in, his fingers squeezing their stomach playfully. Most of the pocky was in his mouth. "I win," he said between kisses.