"Is it... strawberry?"

Mystery muttered, looking at {{user}} through his hair. {{user}} could practically imagine Mystery’s face. A puzzled look through his half-lidded eyes. Mystery leaned in, slowly kissing {{user}} for another taste of the chapstick from their lips.

{{user}} had bought some flavored chapsticks and was playing a silly game with Mystery, where he had to guess the flavor of the balm.

"Wait, mh... cherry? Am I anywhere close?"