[ What she's noticed and what he's noticed seemed quite dissimilar at first thought - Eren's watched the way she eyes his candy like it's eating at her instead of him eating at it, but only puts two and two together once she brings up that word.
Game. Not long after she says that, he finishes his stick off and takes her by the shoulder to catch her attention again. Their contact doesn't last very long, but her bare skin feels as warm to the touch as ever. ]
Think you can show me?
[ Where earlier his hand had been, he now presses his shoulder onto hers as he sidles beside her. Eren offers her his open box for her to take the lead. ]
[ Her determination evident from the furrow in her brow, Ophilia pinches a stick from his box and holds it steady. She brings the iced end up to his mouth, and…
… her resolve crumples under the weight of his expectant gaze. Having somehow lost before even starting, she hangs her head, entirely without the will to face him or the treat still hanging between her finger and thumb. ]
Or perhaps not. This is far more difficult than they’d all made it seem…
[ Though she falters, Eren does his best to set her back on the right path. Before her head falls completely, he lowers himself down to her level and guides her back up with his box pushing up underneath her chin. Only after they're both sitting straight up again does he break away eye contact to look down at her trembling hand. ]
You used to be so good at this. [ What changed? Eren couldn't say, but now he's the one wanting her to enjoy sweets instead of it being the other way around. Steadying her hand with his, he brings the treat towards his mouth and closes his lips over it. ] Here. Now what?
[ It isn’t all, but for the sake of what’s left of her dignity, Ophilia very much wishes it were so. Maybe then she’d have been able to stomach feeding him. ]
And then…
[ With the stick now safe in his mouth, she lets go, cupping her hand just underneath on the off-chance he isn’t holding it properly. He is, and he does so long enough that she feels she can take away her hand and lean in instead. She inches closer and closer still. The already short distance between them becomes dangerously small, until she latches onto the biscuit end with her teeth and the only thing separating them is what’s in their mouths. ]
[ Waiting came easily. What wasn't so easy was staying still as he came closer and closer - instinctively, Eren pulls back and draws out her lean in as much as he can. But when he can no longer, and she finally manages to take a hold of the treat with her mouth, he's left with little else to do but break off his end and stumble back.
Fortunately, he catches himself with a hand. Less fortunate is that Eren seems to be equally as surprised as Ophilia is, but not nearly as embarrassed. ]
[ Surprise sits strangely on Eren’s face, she thinks. Between that and the ridiculous stick hanging from his mouth, she can hardly contain herself. Her lips thin into a line, wobble and become something of a smile, then burst apart in a fit of laughter. ]
It was. I’m afraid I forgot to clarify before we started, but…
[ She finishes what’s left of her end with a hand over her mouth, giggling all the while. ]
[ Wondering what the win condition was, he becomes more and more reticent the longer she laughs at him, eventually turning away from her altogether. His mouth ajar as he paints a better picture in his head of what was supposed to happen had they both continued to play, the stick falls from his mouth and into a hand while his other grasps at his head. Eren grumbles. ]
Seems to me like a silly way to get people to kiss.
[ His eyes flicker back to her face and fall down to her smile. Seeing it only reinforces the idea that the game was entirely unnecessary. ]
When I could just... [ Lowering her hand with his own, Eren pecks Ophilia at the corner of her mouth. ] Do that.
[ Mouth gaping, Ophilia tries to decide to what degree she should be offended. He can’t just do that! ]
W-well, then!
[ She seems to have settled on ‘offended enough to give him a look and set a hand on her chest, but not enough to give him the verbal lashing he probably deserves.’ Her face feels so hot, she has to wonder if any of it has its intended effect. ]
… If it’s all the same to you, I believe I’ve had quite enough of this ‘game.’
[ But they hardly got a round in before Eren forfeited! ]
[ It was his loss, and he should have accepted it. But they had plenty left. His eyes turn up from the hand on her chest to the flushed face just above it. ]
I haven't. There's still a whole box to get through.
[ With another shake of said box, Eren tips another stick out and holds it before him, smiling ever so faintly. Then he taps the sweet end against Ophilia's mouth. ]
[ Ophilia parrots him to make sure she heard correctly. She counts at least fifteen still left in his box. If they go through it all like he says they will, that means fifteen more staring competitions down the length of each stick, fifteen more almost-kisses and—worst of all—fifteen more opportunities for Eren to make fun of her.
She won’t go along with it. She won’t be able to stomach another, let alone fifteen more. That’s why she stares at him incredulously, her eyes wide and mouth open even wider.
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Game. Not long after she says that, he finishes his stick off and takes her by the shoulder to catch her attention again. Their contact doesn't last very long, but her bare skin feels as warm to the touch as ever. ]
Think you can show me?
[ Where earlier his hand had been, he now presses his shoulder onto hers as he sidles beside her. Eren offers her his open box for her to take the lead. ]
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[ Her determination evident from the furrow in her brow, Ophilia pinches a stick from his box and holds it steady. She brings the iced end up to his mouth, and…
… her resolve crumples under the weight of his expectant gaze. Having somehow lost before even starting, she hangs her head, entirely without the will to face him or the treat still hanging between her finger and thumb. ]
Or perhaps not. This is far more difficult than they’d all made it seem…
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You used to be so good at this. [ What changed? Eren couldn't say, but now he's the one wanting her to enjoy sweets instead of it being the other way around. Steadying her hand with his, he brings the treat towards his mouth and closes his lips over it. ] Here. Now what?
[ That couldn't be all, could it? ]
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And then…
[ With the stick now safe in his mouth, she lets go, cupping her hand just underneath on the off-chance he isn’t holding it properly. He is, and he does so long enough that she feels she can take away her hand and lean in instead. She inches closer and closer still. The already short distance between them becomes dangerously small, until she latches onto the biscuit end with her teeth and the only thing separating them is what’s in their mouths. ]
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Fortunately, he catches himself with a hand. Less fortunate is that Eren seems to be equally as surprised as Ophilia is, but not nearly as embarrassed. ]
Hold on. That's the game?
[ If it was, she had won, Eren then realizes. ]
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It was. I’m afraid I forgot to clarify before we started, but…
[ She finishes what’s left of her end with a hand over her mouth, giggling all the while. ]
You lose once you break it.
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Seems to me like a silly way to get people to kiss.
[ His eyes flicker back to her face and fall down to her smile. Seeing it only reinforces the idea that the game was entirely unnecessary. ]
When I could just... [ Lowering her hand with his own, Eren pecks Ophilia at the corner of her mouth. ] Do that.
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W-well, then!
[ She seems to have settled on ‘offended enough to give him a look and set a hand on her chest, but not enough to give him the verbal lashing he probably deserves.’ Her face feels so hot, she has to wonder if any of it has its intended effect. ]
… If it’s all the same to you, I believe I’ve had quite enough of this ‘game.’
[ But they hardly got a round in before Eren forfeited! ]
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I haven't. There's still a whole box to get through.
[ With another shake of said box, Eren tips another stick out and holds it before him, smiling ever so faintly. Then he taps the sweet end against Ophilia's mouth. ]
Open up.
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[ Ophilia parrots him to make sure she heard correctly. She counts at least fifteen still left in his box. If they go through it all like he says they will, that means fifteen more staring competitions down the length of each stick, fifteen more almost-kisses and—worst of all—fifteen more opportunities for Eren to make fun of her.
She won’t go along with it. She won’t be able to stomach another, let alone fifteen more. That’s why she stares at him incredulously, her eyes wide and mouth open even wider.
That’s why she falls into his trap. ]