Tatsumi blinks at the Pocky box in your hand, visibly taken aback.

“O-Oh… that sort of game…? I see…” he says quietly, his voice a bit shaky.

He fidgets before gently taking a stick. “If this is what you wish, then… I shall do my best to honor the spirit of the game.”

But the moment your face gets close, he gasps.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to—! That is—! N-Namu Amida Butsu…”

He might transcend.