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among the nxx member, vyn richter never lost in a rock paper scissor
—until rosa.
“why do you not lie ?”
“…i’m afraid i don’t know what you are talking about.”
“i mean,” she propped her chin with her palm. “every time we play rock paper scissor, you always select what you said you would”
“to lose a game but win your trust in return is a fair trade, no ?”
he pushed his glasses up a bit.
“in that case, shall we bet ?”
“bet ?”
“bet.” vyn placed his tea cup back to its place. “loser owes winner a favor. it is but only a pastime, so you are free to decline, of course.”
“no, it’s fine, let’s play.”
he raised his eyebrows, surprised.
“i’ll choose scissor this time.”
—and found that rosa could fascinate him even more.
“rock paper scissor !”
his palm was open flat as a paper, and her hand were in a fist as a rock.
he blinked, once, twice, then looked at her smiling face as if she just accomplished a grand feat.
oh.
oh.
she laughed merrily.
“you win this round, dr.richter.”
no.
it was him who lost completely.
(to her, only her, always her.)
“it appears that i do.”
he leaned in, the corner of his lips curved into a small smile — only then did rosa notice that vyn was tall enough to bury her into that broad chest — his finger that tugged her hair behind her ear left a chilling touch on her cheek. his honeyed eyes glimmered with a mischievous gleam.
“now…i believe you owe me a favor”
softly, gently, like butterfly’s wings fluttering against her lips.
“i wish to kiss you.”
he kissed her.