"Is it... strawberry?"

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

Amari 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?"