HAPPY POCKY DAY!!!

[anonmeme]

THE POCKY GAME MEME

It's that time again!! For supernatural reasons that mere mortals could not comprehend, you and someone else are compelled to play this strange game of chicken, where there can only be one victor. You can be trapped, or just doing it as a friendly yet weird gesture! So don't be shy, this might even be the day you get your first kiss, you loser!

RULES: Post with your character and their name/canon on the subject, mention if the thread is open for all or closed to someone in particular, and if you have any preferences as needed-- but most importantly: have fun!

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Sylvain Gautier | FE3H | ota

[ruinedsky]

(Bring on the shenanigans)

[beastshaming]

[ he probably shouldn't have agreed to coming over when sylvain suggesting doing something 'super fun' together, but even felix gets curious and still makes mistakes sometimes, so there he is. sitting on sylvain's bed with his legs crossed while eyeing that pack of.. whatever the hell this candy is supposed to be. bread sticks dipped in chocolate? he can't say that he's a fan. there's no meat in there at all. ]

I don't understand how we're supposed to play with this.

[ he already takes one stick out of the packaging and eyes it. he could try and stab sylvain with it.. ]

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain is actually rather surprised Felix does agree to come over. Curiosity sometimes kills the cat, as it were, and he banks on that. But that hope doesn't always get him far.

He grins, crossing his legs and turning toward his friend.]

It's a competition.

[Does that have your attention?]

Who can bite off the bigger piece of pocky. The trick is- [He snatches out one from the box.] One end of the stick is in the other's mouth. [He slips it between his lips to illustrate]

[beastshaming]

[ did someone say competition. felix's eyes go wide and he looks up from his stick. ]

That's it? It's not even hard.

[ that's what he said--

but fine, he'll get in position so he can face sylvain properly. it seems his friend really underestimated how much food he can shove in his mouth if necessary. ]

So I'm just supposed to take a bite now?

[ruinedsky]

[Sometimes, Felix is painfully predictable. Sylvain chuckles around the candy and nods.]

If you don't take the whole thing, I can sneak further and take more.

[Wiggles his eyebrows like the dumbass he is.]

[beastshaming]

[ if felix used at least one brain hell, he'd realize that this is just some elaborate plan to get some sloppy make outs going, but he's painfully dense at times. ]

Don't underestimate me.

[ he is literally so stupid. which explains why he leans in so readily, fixes sylvain with a determined look, and tries to take in as much of the pocky stick as the capacity of his mouth allows. ]

[ruinedsky]

[Felix is very dense, but it's part of his charm. Or something. Sylvain just smirks around his pocky and waits.

As soon as Felix gets as far as he's going to go, Sylvain boldly closes the gap to get the rest of the pocky, until their lips meet. He doesn't bite his portion off right away, though, just hovering there, sort of kissing.]

[beastshaming]

[ oh.

oh.

felix blinks, clearly startled by what's happening. their lips are definitely touching.. he doesn't move, doesn't pull away.. and instead leans in just a tiny bit more. totally just to see whether he can get more of the pocky.

he can't. so now they really are.. sort of kissing but more than before. is that a thing? ]

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain smiles a bit around the pocky, against Felix's lips. He feels that slight lean in, and his heart soars. He gets brave.

He bites off his end of the candy and just leans in for a non-candy-chaperoned kiss. Just for a moment, a tease. Then he sits back upright.]

Your turn.

[Put the stick in your mouth.]

[beastshaming]

[ did this really just happen.

clearly this isn't part of the game, right? this isn't how they're supposed to play this - right? felix blinks a few times, like a confused cat, before he finally moves to grab one of the sticks. ]

F-fine.

[ why is he so flustered.. at least he manages a somewhat serious frown as he puts the second stick between his teeth and looks at sylvain. ]

[idealknight]

[Well, this isn't how Ingrid imagined she'd be spending her day at all, but here she is in Sylvain's room, lured by the promise of food and his cooperation in a certain endeavor should she prove able with regard to rising to a certain challenge.

Seated on his bed, she eyes the box a little dubiously. This is food, right? Did some of the eastern merchants bring it in...? It doesn't look familiar, by any means.]

What exactly am I supposed to do to ensure you won't be chasing after girls for a week?

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain feels a little guilty for manipulating Ingrid in this way. But what are friends for, right? If he wasn't getting up to stupid shenanigans, he wouldn't be Sylvain Gautier. Ingrid might even worry he was sick or something. Can't have that.]

Play a game with me.

[He tries to not make it sound ominous, but it probably fails.]

[idealknight]

[Indeed, it sounds way too fishy and too good to be true, but at the same time, Ingrid knows that Sylvain is better than he looks at these "games" he likes to play. May it be heart-related matters or things that involve moving pieces across a board, it won't be an easy victory.]

Enlighten me, then.

[ruinedsky]

[If only it were a strategy game. Alas, she isn't so lucky. Sylvain holds up a stick of the candy.]

Whoever gets more of the stick is the winner.

[A vague explanation, but it's all she's getting before he's poking one end of the stick at her mouth.]

Hold it between your teeth.

[idealknight]

[Hmm, a simple enough game as it stands. Ingrid nods, slotting the candy between her lips as instructed.]

Let's proceed, then.

[And she'll begin nibbling on that piece of chocolate, not unlike how a mouse would on a piece of cheese.]

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain feels an actual flutter of something that could be called nerves when Ingrid just... does as he instructs. Yep, this is actually happening. She's actually going along with it.

He wonders how long it will take before she yells at him or hits him.]

Great!

[None of that insecurity shows on his face, though, actually grinning at how cute she looks, before he's leaning in and taking the other end somewhat delicately between his own teeth.]

[notheartless]

[It's a strange food-based game that's taking people by storm lately, and Byleth isn't really certain what to make of it. Eating a piece of it allows them to determine that it's actually a food. The chocolate is a little overpowering, in their opinion, and melts from body heat so rapidly that it's a little perplexing.

[Either way, they determine that the best course of action is to drop the box on the table in front of Sylvain and look at him expectantly, in that stoic way of theirs.]

...Will you teach me the game associated with this?

[ruinedsky]

[You definitely came to the right student, Byleth, but that doesn't stop him from being surprised.]

Uh, sure, professor. What do you know about it already?

[Gotta gauge the situation.]

[notheartless]

Very little, honestly. Only that it involves sharing it with someone.

[They were giggled at quite a bit when they asked Manuela about it. Grade-A clueless.]

[ruinedsky]

[Hoo boy. Okay.]

Well, sort of. It's kind of like a game of chicken-

[Does Byleth even know what chicken is? Best to start from scratch.]

So, one person gets a candy, [He plucks one out of the box.] And puts an end in their mouth.

[He gently attempts to poke one end of the pocky stick between the profesor's lips.]

[notheartless]

[They openly tilt their head a little at the reference "game of chicken". Nope, totally don't know it. There's a lingering head tilt as Sylvain continues to explain, but it doesn't take much for Byleth's lips to open, and then delicately close around the end of the treat, teeth lightly holding on to keep it steady.

[Byleth's gaze is almost wide - compared to their usually completely calm demeanor, there's also the way that they're so very slightly leaning forward, towards him.

[With the candy in their mouth, it takes all of their self control not to just eat it. Instead, they straighten up just the slightest bit so they're not constantly head-tilting.

[But they are most definitely watching Sylvain with more interest than usual.]

[ruinedsky]

[There's something clever in that gaze that has Sylvain feeling, not for the first time, like Byleth is seeing right through him. It makes his spine feel a little chill, but he sets it aside with a smile.]

Right, like that. Then I take the other end, and the winner... is the one who gets more of the candy.

[He gently takes the other end, nibbling in a little closer to illustrate, and feeling strangely nervous.]

[notheartless]

[Sylvain's instincts come more or less on the dot, and accurately so. Byleth's always been a logical thinker. Sylvain's explanation doesn't bring up any questions, and, in fact, answers many of them. Including for themself. They poker face through the recognition, and take a not-too-big but not small bite forward, and then another, carefully devouring a few pieces and keeping track. They're not terribly far from where the original center of the pocky is.

[Logically, if neither of them pulls away, they're going to kiss. And, well. Byleth certainly finds themself unopposed to such a notion.

[What a fascinating game...]

[ruinedsky]

[The potential for kissing is basically the whole point of the game, yes, Byleth.

Sylvain hasn't been this nervous about kissing anyone since he was a young teenager, but he's not a complete coward. He stands his ground, inching in just a little farther, hovering just short of the midline. What's Professor gonna do?]

[notheartless]

[They experience a faint tingling in their fingers as Sylvain inches closer. In that moment, there's a second where Byleth calculates, and in the next, they take more of the biscuit, devouring and taking the rest of the candy past the midline.

[And their lips touch. It's a soft and unassuming gesture, and they make a point to not stare at him so intently, blinking more often to try to soften their expression, for a lack of better options. At the same time, a tremor courses through them, breath softly shuddering.

[And then, they pull away with the candy, a gloved thumb stroking curiously over their bottom lip as they swallow down the last bite.

[There's a hint of pink rising on their cheekbones; they say nothing.]