MISTER ROBOTO / o, truth or dare

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob wasn't one for games like this. Well, really, he wasn't one for risks and unknowns in general. Sure, he may make immediate decisions largely based on his emotions but he tried to be as rational as possible. Not only that, but he didn't like taking risks when he wasn't aware of the consequences and benefits. He may have been willing to blindly rush into a burning building for his brother but playing a game where he could be asked a series of sensitive questions or asked to do humiliating things? It wasn't really something the chief was interested in. Still, he found himself gravitating towards the group. He'd worked for most of today, going over different plans he could try to bring up or studying ideas that'd already been presented to him. "I'll play," the husky stated as he settled down with a light smile. It would be good to rest his legs, anyway. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Oh fuck, he was slightly late. Oh well, Caesar told himself he was just being 'fashionably' late. "I'm playing." The demon stated as he took a seat next to Wade, giving the maned wolf a nod.

#psychosocial.

[PINCHER]

Pincher wasn't really one to be experienced in "innocent" silly little games such as truth or dare. As a youth, the old pirate gang he used to belong to was only filled with dares, no one caring for honesty in answers. He remembered the extreme dares that many would do and end up dying from, the memories echoing inside his head as he heard the voices of the crewmates and Snowbounders mingle in about joining in the game. The male was curled up in a hammock nearby, his electric blue eyes hardly bright due to still recovering from the embarrassing meeting the other week. His skull was wrapped with ivory white bandages, tiny blots of crimson blood flecking the fabric but Pincher knew that Jacob or Lilyspoise would eventually snatch him up and try to find whatever the problem was. He remained brooding for now, lean back facing them until his long ears pricked at the sound of Jacob's voice. He briefly glanced over his broad shoulder, piercing slitted blue gaze locking onto the other canine.

He felt a stab of guilt shred at his heart when he remembered how Jacob had reacted to his pathetic attempt to hide the injury. Pincher's refusal of not gaining aid was something personal to him, brewing like a storm inside his chest but he wasn't entirely sure why. All he felt was the anxious realization that maybe he was becoming dependent of close relationships. If he allowed them to grow too close, what would happen? Was it considered a strength or a weakness? The obsidian male turned away again, tucking his pepper dark nose into his light brown paws, contemplating what he should do. He knew Jacob wouldn't be here permanently due to Snowbound needing to return back to their home so perhaps it was only smart of him to spend as much time as possible with the husky. With a soft exhale dragging itself from his lungs, the tired doberman stepped off the hammock and headed slowly towards the group. "Guess, I'll join." muttered Pincher, voice strained from the lack of strength he had. He went to a sitting position beside Jacob, softly pressing against the other leader while eyeing the others to see how this would turn out.

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