“But I don’t want to” Kiku said trying to flee. Yao and Alfred caught hold of him and set him in front of the bottle.
He looked back at Yao “but what if…” He rather jerked his head in the direction of his crush (random female name).
(Me: you put your name there didn’t you? You; what? me? No! Me: Yes, you did admit it! You: I admit nothing! Me: ahh so you did put your name there! You: …yes… Me: I knew it I knew it! You: can we get back to the story? Me: huh? You’ve been reading all this? Man, I have some faithful readers)
“Too bad” Alfred said impatiently just spin the stupid thing Kiku gave up and spun the ‘stupid thing.’ Unfortunately, it pointed toward Yao who was hovering over his shoulder.
Kiku turned and stared at him for a second “I don’t want to kiss him!” almost everyone in the circle face-palmed.
“No, no” Alfred said pinching the bridge of his nose “you’re supposed to punch him idiot.”
“Oh” Kiku said only slightly relived “I guess that’s a little better”
“I’m offended,” Yao muttered
“Eww” Alfred said
Kiku stood up and gave Yao a sort of nudge with his fist
“What was that?” Kiku blushed
“Do it like you mean it!” Alfred said.
Kiku looked slightly frightened “oh I couldn’t do that”
“Oh yes you can” Yao said firmly “you agreed to the game I won’t get mad at you go ahead” he folded his arms and stood firmly.
Kiku glanced around nervously he shut his eyes drew his fist back and punched. Yao stumbled backwards tripped over the coffee table and landing sprawled on the floor out cold.
“What?” Kiku defended “you told me to punch like I meant it and I meant every bit of that.”
“I’m not even going to ask” Alfred said sounding slightly disturbed.
“It’s your turn Arthur” all the girls in the circle went fan-girl.
He grinned and cocked his A-HEM! *cough, cough, hack, hack,* sexy eyebrows.
He winked at you as he knelt down to spin the bottle.
You rolled your eyes but also went fan-girl inside. He had a crush on you that was certain but for some reason you always played hard to get.
It spun for an age before it stopped, pointing at you. Pointing at you!
He strolled over to you as if it was no big deal. “Hello love” he drawled guess I finally get my wish he winked again. Grinning a pinch evilly, he slipped his arms around your waist.
“Arthur I’m warning you…” you stuttered
“Right, right no more than I need”
He pressed his lips to yours. You tried to resist but it was only matter of time before
He cupped your face in his hand demanding entrance you refused. You parted for air. “Hard to get, eh?” you smiled
“Ah but I am pliable” he grinned.
“Oh no” Alfred said, “I know that look; you stay away from my closet, Arthur!”