#//but hey! he did want to kiss python yes. but like. also lukas.

[viridescent-lance]

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[ rolls: 5+5 😳 ]

After their first attempt, Forsyth's been thinking a lot about the results of his pocky game with Lukas. The exhilaration of a close match against a friend, condensed into a sweet treat--it's nice, when done with someone you like and trust. So when Lukas approaches him for a rematch, what else could he do but accept?

Lukas is more intense this time, determined. His cool red eyes focus in, getting closer and closer. Forsyth is just as ready, making his way down the biscuit, steady and paced. His breath hitches a little at the bump of Lukas's nose against his, but he stays strong, continuing his path.

(Something stirs in the back of his memory, an uncomfortable, thrilling prickle. He pushes it away.)

He should not be surprised when their lips get so close they brush slightly. This is his last chance to pull away. Lukas's, too.

(Clumsy, drunken stumbling in the wake of that terrible lonely time. Tear-stained cheeks caressed, red-rimmed eyes soothed with a damp cloth. A kind gaze, one you could fall into. How could he not want to...?)

Their lips meet, neither willing to back down. Forsyth's heart skips a beat, the cloying sweetness of chocolate mixing between their mouths, and he cannot deny the desire in the moment to stay.

It's exactly why he has to pull away, breathing heavily and swallowing down the biscuit that he hasn't. He can't--he--Lukas is his friend, his dear and close friend who he trusts with his whole heart. He cannot jeopardize that for an impulsive desire.

"I..." If his heart could just stop hammering, if he could return his breath to normal and step back from the charged situation that resulted in this reaction. Surely Lukas will not fault him for this result, at least. The point of the game is to create such tension, a thinly-veiled, juvenile tradition to fish for closeness with crushes. "…it seems we have ended this at an impasse."

(Then why was he so eager to do it with Lukas?)

"I...should go attend to my duties." It's a flimsy excuse, but he can hardly stand to look at Lukas now, especially not the flecks of chocolate and crumbs surrounding his mouth. Which of them were originally in Forsyth's mouth? "The students are getting into an abundance of trouble today, given, well. You know. So, I should get to my patrol."

He briskly walks away, no particular direction in mind. He feels guilt weigh down the giddiness in his stomach like lead. Oh, he must tell Python about this...