“In chocolate Russian Roulette, the unlucky one gets spicy stuff in their mouth. In Phichit’s Russian Roulette, you might just end up with a dick in your mouth,” he says, beaming while he holds out a bag of foil-wrapped candies to his audience.
“The only kind of dick that would fit in there is Leroy’s,” Seunggil says, pushing around the unfinished vegetables on their plate with a fork.
Phichit waves dismissively. “That’s for another day,” he says. “Nah, these are regular chocolate - only one of them has an aphrodisiac in it.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Leo says. “Guanghong once gave me Valentine’s chocolate with his blood in it.”
Guanghong chokes on their drink. “Th-that was once!” they say. “My sister was the one who - she said it was like a spell - ”
Leo fiddles with fork. “It - it’s not like you needed to cast a spell…”
Guanghong turns even redder.
Phichit pretends to wipe a tear away from his eye. “Ah, that’s youth.”
“That’s youth,” Yuuri agrees, wiping sauce away from their mouth.
Guanghong ducks their gaze, flustered. “Um - did you make the chocolates yourself?” they ask, peering at the candies. “They’re cute!”
“See, shoujo manga is good for something after all,” Phichit says, throwing up a v-sign. “Though the manga that gave me this idea isn’t something you can call shoujo.”