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[Picking up food items with hands which could have belonged to a man who is even larger will always cause some extreme size comparisons, especially since this time he doesn't bring it to his face to put it in scale at first. Instead he holds the treat by the non chocolate covered end, twirling it away from him in inspection, where it looks like it might as well be a gnat in the air.]

This is a game you play?

[He's trying to be understanding, but Japanese culture remains very foreign to him.]

Mn, yes. I know a little about it but I never played. It's- it's a game often meant for couples or close friends- though sometimes coworkers if the mood in appropriate and the drinks plentiful.

[He says it with a furrowed brow as he sits back on the couch, sipping at a box of green tea flavoured soy drink. Gamagori gives the box of pocky a glance, it looks normal but he doesn't often trust treats bought in Amoi(???). Who knows what that thing might do. How long has it been since he ate pocky though?]

You put one end in your mouth and hold it horizontally. The next person takes the other end into their and you both attempt to get the most of it in threat of kissing the other person...

[Potemkin falls backwards to sit beside Gamagori on the couch, whose springs lets out a very pronounced squeak of protest.]

Hmm, so it's a test of trust.

[That's an interesting interpretation, Potemkin. Well, no harm in trying out a bit of everything. Turning to face Gamagori, he finishes his musing and puts the end of the stick in his mouth. But he doesn't bite. Hold it horizontally, he said...]

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[The couch is really having a tough time with these two. Their combined weight makes the cushions sort of cave in, causing them to slide in a little closer to eachother, something only the broad width of their shoulders stop.]

Trust? Hm, not exactly...

[More like a test of will? It was essentially a game of chicken and Gamagori knew it, which was why when he glanced over to see Potemkin offering the other end of the pocky, his face flare up red. So brazen! But because he knows it to be a test of will fearlessness, he feels mildly contested by the gesture and huffs out some of his anxiety in a scoff.]

Mn! So be it- be then bite it to make it smaller, the loser being who pulls away first.

[He'll go on to explain, bot to make sure Potemkin is prepared, and to let his nerves settle a little more. After that he leans back, turns, and faces him, taking the other end of the small stick into his mouth. He does well not to look up at him either, his face still burning a little. He notices this is far easier to do than he thought before... but that's most likely because they're about the same size right now and everyone else he'd possibly do it with would make him need to hunch down low.]

[That is a part of why this came easily to Potemkin. With anyone else this would be more of a contest of gravity than anything else this was supposed to prove. The other reason is that he does consider Gamagori a friend, and game that's meant to prove their bonds is something that's appealing to him.

Potemkin realizes that because he stuck the pocky in his mouth first, without any deeper thought to it, Gamagori doesn't start with any chocolate. He would apologize, but it's too late to talk now. It'll have to wait until after this is done. In self-imposed penalty though, Potemkin advances very slowly to start, to allow Gamagori to catch up.

Being around the same size can't compensate for everything, such as how the stick is simply tiny in comparison. Potemkin doesn't have a lot of neck to stretch either. So despite how little he moved their chests are already touching.]

[Oh dear Potemkin, he will get chocolate eventually, don't you worry. Infact, two bites in and he's already starting to taste the chocolate. The creamy flavour invades his mouth as he tries hard to not look directly at the man so close to him. His eyes stay looking down or closed. It's very hard to ignore their proximity though with their sizes. Their chests are indeed touching, and another bite in he can feel the broad muscles of their pectorals start to squeeze against eachother. It's warm, though not as hot as the air between their faces. he can feel Potemkin's breath from his nose, noticing quickly that his own breathing pace is probably faster than it should be.]

[He will not be beat in such a small game of will though! He sits up a little, which tilts the pocket slightly but thankfully doesn't break it. With a deep, long breath through his nose and darts in, taking a third bite and doing his best to ignore the continuing press of their chests against eachother.]

[The poor couch seems to be taking it okay though so far?]

[His charity lead given, Potemkin is advancing as steadily and calmly as if there were no one on the other end, let alone a fervently working individual. His eyes are also closed, but he can still feel the gust of Gamagori's breath tickle his face. Potemkin considers Gamagori's intensity an admirable trait, but he's not sure if there's cause for it here. Gamagori, if you keep doing this, the chocolate will melt.

Their chests already being pressed together, it's getting harder to move even closer. Blindly, Potemkin reaches out and grips Gamagori's shoulder loosely, to start pulling him in. It's not cheating, according to the rules Gamagori set forth at the beginning.]

[His intensity seems to have a place everywhere with how readily he dishes it out. He's just an over all intense person, even with pocky eating apparently. But it IS a test of will and ontop of that he can feel their bodies pressing and it's only proving to make his pulse quicken. The chocolate is already melting, coating his lips in a small ring around where he pulls the pocky in.]

Nh-

[He hitches as he's grabbed, already craning his neck in. The grip makes his eyes pop open and quickly he feels heat raise in his cheeks from how close they are. Their faces are far closer than he had thought so far. Without thinking he pushes his tongue out at the side of the stick of pocky, seeking to possibly clean up what chocolate he can feel coating his lips but this close and his tongue manages to slide against Potemkins lips puckered not far from his own.]

[Potemkin stops moving when he feels Gamagori touch him, and wonders if the game just ended, but then he remembers that the lose condition is breaking the stick to get less of the cookie. He did just grab his arm, he can't be a hypocrite. If neither of them are bothered by that, then contact has nothing to do with it.

So Potemkin takes that graze of his tongue to mean he can slide right up the remaining length of the stick, to where the boundary of their lips is nil. He gauges whether or not this pushes him past the halfway point or not...]

[A small huff pants out of his nose when he feels their lips touch, the stick of pocky still connecting them. No one ever says what you are supposed to do at the end though he always assumed someone loses or...]

[His stomach twists, there's a sort of fluttering in his chest and he feels suddenly worried at... all the options here. His first instinct is to move right in, to press close, to push the lines of the game and get as much of that sweet stick as he can even though it means getting so close. But they already are close. His pectorals are squeezing against Potemkins and he's not at all used to a body so similar to his own, it feels... oppressive. There's something exciting about it that makes heat prickle up his neck, filling out his face further.]

[Tentatively he moves it, turning his head a little to avoid their noses pressing too hard against eachother, and gingerly he opens his lips a little to sink further. He can feel the curl against Potemkin's, he can feel his heavy breathing against his upper lip.]

[Potemkin twists his face to the side, in the opposite direction Gamagori turns. This is one of the only angles of maneuvering left, and Potemkin keeps at it, biding time until he is certain. Just barely, the majority of the stick is his. He pushes forward with his lips, which is the definition of a kiss-

All their turning finally snaps the pocky from the stress. Potemkin chews what he has.]

I didn't bite.

Ah- you have lost.

[Said as he shakes his shoulders a little once Potemkin pulls back to bite.]

You... you are supposed to bite until you kiss, breaking the kiss also ends the game, and who does so is the loser.

[But also now he just feels embarrassed that he initiated that final move in only to have Potemkin move from it. Shame... he closes his eyes, licks his lips, and sighs before rubbing a hand over his face.]