The sound of sobs filled the room, televised yet oh so real. A Scream movie marathon that had extended for the past two weeks still going strong. Ada and {{user}} sat in Ada's apartment, snacks scattered onto the table for their picking as they watched and (undoubtedly talked through) the movie.

A lonely box of Pocky on the table caught Ada's eye, and an idea flickered to life in her mind. She picked it up off the table and turned to {{user}}, opening it up and holding up one of the biscuits. "Wanna' play the pocky game?" She suggested, looking a little sly at the idea.