[she says slyly. also she finally rights herself-- seems like she was just leaning over him from behind, and also, all the blood is rushing to her head, S O-- and hops in front of him all eager like. she tucks another stick of pocky in her mouth (matcha this time!!), plants her hands on his knees, and leans forward]
[which is why he's not going to hold back. now that she's standing upright, he can pull her closer and one ago forego the actual game to take the exposed part of the pocky stick into his mouth and steal another kiss from her.]
[he leans pretty easily into her touch, and doesn't seem to disagree. in a technical sense, at least. it's probably a little dry, because he obviously doesn't find that to be the sole reason.
but magilou does make things a lot more fun, it's true.]
[and she's cupping his face with both hands too, fingers tracing his cheeks, as though that feather-light touch is meant to tease him as much as this PAINSTAKINGLY SLOW GAME of pocky is]
[god wtf!! he always manages to one-up her like this. it's irritating. also, she kind of likes it. BUT IT'S STILL IRRITATING]
[with another huff, she leans forward to steal the remaining pocky, all the way up to an almost-kiss. but at the last minute, she pulls away--]
[-- and then suddenly she's on his lap, knees hooked around his waist, and leaning in to press a kiss against the underside of his jaw instead of his mouth. that was totally a challenge, and she's taking it!1]
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Calm down your ambitions, heart breaker, and at least let me feel like I'm being clever for once.
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Okay, okay, I'll play by the rules.
[even if he hates rules! but he'll bite off a more fair amount of pocky this time.]
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[she learns by example]
[so while she scolded Akira for not following the rules]
[she is totally going to take a leaf out of his book and lean forward to BITE OFF THE REST OF THE POCKY so she can kiss him first this time]
[nyehehehehehe]
My victory!
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not that surprised, in all honesty. though he does draw back, offering an amused look.]
Now who's the cheater?
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[she says slyly. also she finally rights herself-- seems like she was just leaning over him from behind, and also, all the blood is rushing to her head, S O-- and hops in front of him all eager like. she tucks another stick of pocky in her mouth (matcha this time!!), plants her hands on his knees, and leans forward]
[she's having fun, okok]
I'm very competitive. I like to win.
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[what have you started, magilou.]
I'm pretty competitive, too.
[which is why he's not going to hold back. now that she's standing upright, he can pull her closer and one ago forego the actual game to take the exposed part of the pocky stick into his mouth and steal another kiss from her.]
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[but this time she's totally prepared for it, so she goes willingly, arms snaking around his neck as she meets him in that kiss]
[tastes like matcha. she thinks she likes the chocolate one better]
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but chocolate's fine, too. either way? yeah. they'd be pretty doomed in a real match. but here and now, they're two rulebreakers.
they do what they want?]
This game is more fun than I remember it being.
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[she draws back to wipe her thumb against the corner of his mouth, mostly to clear away a couple of crumbs of cookie from it]
That's because you're playing with me. I can make anything fun.
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[he leans pretty easily into her touch, and doesn't seem to disagree. in a technical sense, at least. it's probably a little dry, because he obviously doesn't find that to be the sole reason.
but magilou does make things a lot more fun, it's true.]
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Of course. I think I like our way of playing the game better, anyway.
[sticks yet another piece of pocky into her mouth. it's chocolate again]
[THIS IS LIKE THE FOURTH ONE MAGILOU HOW MANY OF THEM ARE YOU GOING TO EAT]
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[and easy for him to win, because every time she does that, he's going to steal the win! mostly because that's how he gets to the kiss.]
We'll spoil our appetite for dinner if we have too many, though.
[even if dinner is probably just curry. but look. curry is delicious.]
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Can't pocky be our dinner tonight?
[curry is delicious, but it's a not-really-a-National-Holiday, come on dude]
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[so deadpan, so dry.
and yet also so true.]
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[but fiiiine]
One more, then.
[and the last bit of pocky she sticks into his mouth instead of her own]
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he'll be the pocky holder this time, it's fine.]
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[because]
[this time]
[. . . she only takes a tiiiiny little nibble before she stops :3c]
[if this is the last one she is making the most of it.
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he knows how to play along? he's a good boy when he wants to be, and he gets it. he's just also hungry for curry at all times.]
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[. . .]
[she is really dragging this out, wtf]
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or maybe this has just become a legitimate game of endurance. knowing them, it could go either way.
another bite? another bite.]
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[and she's cupping his face with both hands too, fingers tracing his cheeks, as though that feather-light touch is meant to tease him as much as this PAINSTAKINGLY SLOW GAME of pocky is]
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akira is purposely being unflappable about it because it's fun to see how magilou handles things.]
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[WHY IS HE SO CALM]
[she huffs. pinches his cheeks, just to make a point]
Can anything in the world break that steady composure of yours?
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he hums, shrugging his shoulders.
try him, magilou.]
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[with another huff, she leans forward to steal the remaining pocky, all the way up to an almost-kiss. but at the last minute, she pulls away--]
[-- and then suddenly she's on his lap, knees hooked around his waist, and leaning in to press a kiss against the underside of his jaw instead of his mouth. that was totally a challenge, and she's taking it!1]
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