[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Once he let her (or not, for whatever reasons he may have to deny), she continued where she stopped. Or not, because Ventus leaning in closer and already foreshadowing things were things she...may have not expected him to actually do, and least of all acting upon it. Pretty swiftly, she adapted to this turn of events and actually oozed some charm to join in this game by giving him a very faint peck on the tip of the nose before she softly and playfully mischievous® placed one finger on his lips as a sign to speak no more. "Partly, yes. I won't allow you to touch me however, so behave yourself, okay dear?~  Partly, because I wanted to gift you something. I made it from my Cottonee's shed fluff a while ago... I'm well, not quite sure whether you're into it actually, but I thought with your....liking for dragons...and Opelucid origin....you maybe...would like it." Enough hiding it in between all her other stuff in backpack, eventually Shiva brought that Reshirma plush out. It's wrapped in foil that can be reused for further carrying of it without risking to disturb the noble white color of it. Actually, the whole thing emitted a noblesse of some kind and no seam Shiva made looked like it was done carelessly. (After all, the Crafting Roll was a huge success.)

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Shiva keeps it on her lap at first, her arms softly wrapped around it. For a few seconds, she looks down at it enjoying the white color and how skilled she got at plushie-making thanks to her Starter, before she raised her gaze to actually face Ventus for a moment, then looking back to Reshiram. It seems like she's unable to look at Ven when she made her intentions clear. "So..... well... Ven, if you.... want to be my friend and my boyfriend - both somewhat please, because I...wouldn't enjoy our friendship to simply...end - and accept me as yours, then please accept this...creation from me."

Shiva's request for a taste of his PBR came as a mild surprise to Ventus, with both his eyebrows partially raised up and slightly widened in a strangely cute manner. Briefly his thoughts turned inwards as he drunkenly debated the merits of sharing his drink and an indirect kiss with Shiva over the potential for her getting drunk herself and taking advantage, until the former side one out on the logic of 'She could handle it!' and, with a strangely solumn nod of his head, passed the glass over to her. "Very well, but just one sip. I'm uncertain as to what your alcohol tolerance is, and I don't desire to see you becoming inebriated on accident. At the very least one of us should have all their wits about them, my dear...."

The coyish kiss on his nose was a completely unexpected move, causing the researcher to momentarily blink and wrinkle the afformention facial feature as he processed the sensation of her lips. Soon enough he snapped out of it with a closed eye mirthful smile and chuckle, but before he could offer his own 'rebuttal' to her affections a finger was firmly interposed on his mouth and her charming yet nervous expression silenced him. Next response from his mystical lass caused him to briefly pout, as he would have liked to cuddle/lavish her with more (PG!) attention, but when she mentioned she had a gift for him wiped the look off his face and replaced it with a wide eyed look of bewilderment.

'Shivahas another present for me, and a handcraft one from the fluff of her own Cottenee no less? I thought treating me to this splendid and romantic night was her gift for all we've experienced together, but yet again my dearest continue to defy my-'

And then his train of thought was abruptly derailed as she retrieved the foil covered Mystery Gift from her bag, unwrapped it, and place it on her lap.

Its was a Reshirim plushie.

Correction: It was a marvelous, expertly made, and exquisitely detailed Reshirm Plushie.

Her meek yet very much heartfelt declaration only added to his shock and awe.

Now, had Ventus been sober and had all his wits about him, all of that would have served to make him a nervous, meek, and confused wreck as he comprehended the sheer magnitude of her feelings for him. Truly, it would have been the most spectacular of reaction, and oddly endearing in a way too.

Drunk Ventus, however, had absolutely none of his sober self's nerves or hang ups about his affections-nay, love for the most blessed woman sitting across from, and was purely honest and straightforward with himself on his desires. He loved and greatly cared for Shiva, and the same could be said in regards to her feelings towards him now. What more was their to think about?

Ven was silent for the longest time, his expression wonderous and awestruck as he contemplated her entreaty.....

.....until he place his glass of PBR on the floor, and reached over to place a kiss on her lips.

It was not an rancous one, or indeed particularly sultry or amorous.

But it perfectly conveyed exactly what he felt for her none the less.

As he broke the kiss, he scooted closer towards her and took the plushie she so tenderly made for him in his arms, giving her a radiate, heartwarming, and loving smile, his eye twinkling with passion.

"Yes, my love."

So mote it be.