MEME 001: Truth or Dare

[seizeyoursouls]

TRUTH o r DARE


RULES
01. ) Post a new comment for each character.
02. ) Other characters will come up and comment with, "Truth or Dare".
03. ) Your character will choose ICly.

♥ For all truths, they will find that they can't lie.
♥ For all dares, they must complete it or otherwise, they must face a terrible consequence. This song will be stuck in their head. Over and over. Forever.

Or at least until they complete their next dare.

04. ) GO BACK AND FORTH FOREVER!!

Comments

[prosecutory]

[And Snakes and Ladders? ALL THE CHILDHOOD GAMES.

He sighs.]

That would depend on the sort of question you would ask and the answer I would give.

[perfectionisms]

[That game is unrealistic. One of those ladders is a stepladder. It should be called Unrealistic Expectations: Snakes and Ladders + 1 Stepladder.]

And your experience with dares would depend on the kind of dare that I have yet to give. Why don't you give it a chance, Miles?

[prosecutory]

[Snakes and Ladders and Stepladder? But the rules are still the same?]

...

[Sis has a point. He finally gives her a small nod (and hopes he won't live to regret it).]

Very well. Dare.

[perfectionisms]

[It's Unrealistic Expectations: Snakes & Ladders + 1 Stepladder. GET IT RIGHT.

AND FRANZISKA CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS GLEEFUL FEELS.]

Heh...

[prosecutory]

...Well?

[OKAY OKAY and he has a bad feeling about this, but he won't show it. See the crossed arms? LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH.]

[perfectionisms]

Wear your cravat on your head... like a pretty ribbon.

[So she can snap pictures of it... treasuring the memories.]

[prosecutory]

[...and there goes his LET'S-JUST-GET-OVER-IT attitude.]

Wh-what? [Yes, he heard you. This is the kind of "what" that means, "I heard you but SHUT...UP."]

[perfectionisms]

I could tie it on your head if you wish.

[WHY COULDN'T PAPA HAVE BROUGHT HOME A LITTLE SISTER INSTEAD? :'C]

[prosecutory]

[TOO BAD. HE ALSO DIDN'T BRING YOU A PUPPY INSTEAD.

He sighs in exasperation, closing his eyes briefly as if praying for a miracle to happen.]

Nngh...all right. But I will take it off immediately after. [He unties his cravat slowly, and looks at it for one second before beginning to tie it onto his head. Miles feels like he's gift-wrapping himself.]

[perfectionisms]

[What is this urge to suddenly text someone with her celphone. Oops, she pressed the camera button while Miles' hands were still on his head. Oops.

NEW CELPHONE WALLPAPER GET!]

[prosecutory]

There.

[And just a second or so after finishing the ribbon over his head, he quickly starts undoing the cravat. He doesn't even notice that Franziska has taken a photo with her phone and really does think she got an important message.

Soon that cravat is back on his neck where it belongs. And he's glad that's over.]

[perfectionisms]

See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

[ And the only sign that she took a picture is that smile on her face. ]

[prosecutory]

...I suppose not. [Wow, sis, this must've been a really big deal for you or something.]

You seem satisfied, at least.

[perfectionisms]

Very satisfied.