"Okay, for the next game," Trya said pulling out a box of pocky from the pocket of her baggy pants, "I need to guys."
"My wife and I will go," Belward said dragging Tino with him to where she was standing.
"So a game that we played a lot in the dorm rooms was 'gay chicken' or 'the pocky game'."
"I don't like the sound of that," Tino said nervously as he looked at the much taller Sweedish man.
"Don't worry about it; it's not as bad as it sounds," Tyra explained trying to calm the nervous Finnish man down, "all you have to do is take bites of the pocky until the you reach the middle."
"Oh!" Tino exclaimed taking a pocky and eating it half way causing the blonde female to giggle.
"Okay, you got the gist of it, but the whole point of the game is to bite on the pocky with someone else biting the other end."
"What?" Tino mumbled as one of the pocky sticks hung from his mouth.
"Go!" she cheered as the Swedish man took the other end of the pocky stick and put it in his mouth to then take a bite of it.
There was no turning back now so Tino took a small bite hoping that if Belward reached the middle fist, their lips would never meet.
Belward took another bite, then Tino, then Belward, then Tino and soon, the two men's lips were only an inch away.
Tino sighed in relief thinking that it was over until…
Lips tasting like the sweet treat pressed against his. Tino inhaled in shock, only to allow Belward's tongue to enter his mouth and steal the bit of pocky he had left.
A few seconds later, the Swedish man pulled away with a smirk on his face. "Pocky taste better coming from you," he said in his usual tone causing the Finnish man to turn red.
"Let's play a different game," Tino stammered.
"Aww, but I didn't get to go," Trya whined pretending to be hurt.
"But there's no girls for you to go with," the white haired male pointed out.
"I could have went with Tino," Tyra teased, "he kind of looks like a girl with short hair-"
The Swedish man grunted in displeasure.
"Never mind," she said quickly, "let me show you another game."