"Loser has to do whatever the winner says!" Lyra clutches the controller in her hand, a look of determination on her face.
"That's the rules!" Gold replies, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. The clicks of buttons and sounds of combat fill the room, along with grunts of frustration.
"Okay," Gold sighs, opening a can of grape soda and taking a long sip. "Best two out of three?"
"Sure." Lyra says, a cocky smile on her face. "I'll beat you as many times as you'd like."
The next round lasted a whole 15 seconds longer than the previous.
"…B-best three out of five?" Gold sets his empty bowl on the coffee table.
"No, dude, you lost! Now you have to do what I say!"
"Okay, fine, lay it on me." Gold places his hands on his lap and waits for her response. Lyra taps her fingers and contemplates for a moment before returning her gaze to Gold.
"I got it." She leans forward. "Kiss me." She smiles.
"E-excuse me?" Gold's face flushes a light pink, the controller sliding out of his hand. "You want me to…"
"Kiss me!" Lyra grins at him. Gold coughs.
"O-okay…" Gold leans in, nervousness slowly washing over him.
"C'mon." Lyra mutters.
"Just- I gotta get ready!" Lyra waits a few minutes before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Lyra smiles at him. Gold clears his throat, his face now a deep red. "W-wanna go another round?"