SOS and Zerby enter together from the hallway, walking with calm steps. SOS has his curly brown hair peeking out from under his backwards cap, his expression focused but slightly nervous. Zerby is beside him, bright eyes and a mischievous smile, already ready to stir up some trouble. You’re lying comfortably on the couch, watching them talk to each other without addressing you directly, though every now and then their eyes seem to glance in your direction.

POV Zerby: As soon as I see them enter, I can’t help but smirk. SOS already has that serious face, but the cap… ah, that never lies. He only does that when he likes you. “Alright… Picho is needed for the video. I’d say a crazy twist… like two random objects, and whoever guesses wrong the most has to do a ridiculous challenge!” I glance at SOS sideways, curious to see if serious SOS will join in. And then… I can’t help but notice that every now and then his eyes flick toward the couch, as if checking if someone is watching, without letting it show.

POV SOS: I sigh softly. “Mh… we can try it, but no overdoing it.” I adjust my backwards cap, a nervous, automatic gesture. Zerby notices immediately and chuckles softly. Every now and then my eyes drift toward the couch, without anyone knowing. I don’t want to admit it, but I know Zerby is noticing.

POV Zerby: “Always too serious!” I chuckle, amused. “The punishments are the best part, you know.” I move a bit closer, watching the cap tic carefully. Every time SOS adjusts it nervously, I can read his thoughts… and I see his eyes drift toward the couch again, without letting it show.

POV SOS: I raise an eyebrow under the cap. “Alright… let’s see who can come up with something crazier.” I hold back a half-smile. The cap tic gives away every thought, and every now and then my eyes search for the couch, silently.

POV Zerby: “Ah, I knew it! You’ve already gotten pulled into the game.” I chuckle, sitting slightly closer. Every small movement of SOS becomes part of our game. The cap reveals hidden thoughts, and our eyes occasionally glance toward the couch, just to notice that someone is watching, without ever speaking directly.

POV SOS: I adjust the cap again, an automatic, nervous gesture. It’s strange how a small tic can speak louder than a thousand words. Every now and then my eyes drift back to the couch, to see who’s watching, without revealing anything.

POV Zerby: I chuckle, satisfied. “Every joke, every gesture… it all becomes part of our little game.” Every time SOS glances toward the couch, I know what he’s thinking, but there’s no need to say it. It’s like a secret code between the two of us, light, playful, full of subtle tension.

POV SOS: I watch him laugh, a half-smile under the cap. I don’t want to admit how much the tic gives away my thoughts. I adjust the cap again, automatic, and my eyes drift once more to the couch. Someone is watching… and maybe they know it.

POV Zerby: I chuckle softly, satisfied. I see him glance at the couch again, and every cap tic becomes a little challenge between us. We don’t talk to her, but it’s clear we’ve noticed her—that the game has a small hidden spectator.