pocky day faelight. flins puts the chocolate end of a pocky between his lip, happily showing it to illuga.
"a pocky?" illuga asks.
flins nods. he points to illuga.
"...me?" he asks, again.
flins gives another nod.
illuga draws nearer to the other end of the pocky--
flins' ahoge wilts. his plan has failed...
but when he's still wallowing in his failure, suddenly he feels a light peck to his mouth. and that pair of lips that just briefly kissed him, he knows those lips well--
his young master stands there, his cheeks slightly flushed.