"--... This is stupid." Shizuo spoke in a flat tone, a minimal grimace adorned on his lower visage. A small bowl of ice filled the grip of his hands as he glanced at the glistening condensation on the metal object. In his peripheral vision, Micah (his super handsome and cool writer) tapped his wrist as an indication to hurry the dare up. A simplistic sigh transitioned to a low-toned growl of annoyance as his irritant of a mun continued on, babbling about just getting it over with.
Slipping a thumb under the waist of his pants, the brute exposed himself to anyone with an aerial view. Dumping the ice cubes against his skin, a slight exhale gave hint of his surprise by the temperature.
"...--" Silence, his features expressionless as he dropped the bowl to the ground, fingers twitching minimally. After almost a half a minute of appearing like that of a statue, the belligerent brute finally spoke up about his displeasure.
"God fuck! This was a stupid fucking idea! Who the hell would even think up of this? I'll rip off their goddamn arms!" He took this dare well.
