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Seven minutes in heaven? What, was this daycare all of a sudden? Virus scoffed as he was shoved into the closet with Yata; faux cyan eyes staring the other down for what may have felt like forever. A slender hand moved to grip Yata’s chin, pushing his head one way, then the other; presenting each cheek to Virus as he debated on this one.
Which should have been flattering enough.
Eventually, The Snake sighed and pulled his hand away from Yata’s face; eyes doing one more look over. Seeing everything to be in order, Virus merely shrugged.
“Eh. Why not? I’m not busy.”
He’d heard the name of the game loud and clear, it was just…he had NO IDEA what it meant. He’d never gone to high school, and in middle school he hadn’t exactly been popular…so no parties to derive knowledge from. Yet, here he was with Virus- a social gathering with a drunken host wanting nothing more than to play. Yata was going into this completely blind.
Of course that didn’t mean the sudden touching didn’t piss him off. He knew his comrade was weird, but this was stretching it.
Sun-kissed hands came up to SLAP at those of the blonde, before hazel orbs ( previously set in a glare to show his annoyance with older male ) moved the expanse of the small closet they’d been tossed in, locked from the outside. This was definitely a new one.
“Just what the hell are we supposed t’do in here anyway? I don’t see any sort of ‘ heaven ‘, jus’ dust an’ crap.”