sincerity. [ ask/dare ] ( hiatus )

8th Dare

Armin_Arlert1 Dared:

'Hey Jean, I dare you to take Levi's Windex and pour it out in front of him.'

Jean read out while Elena clicked the pen, starting to write out Jean's will.

"Oh no, I knew it..." He groaned, stuffing his head in his hands at that, pale faced.

He's not ready to die by the hand of a short winded obsessed midget.

Not ready at all.

There goes his dreams of dying by being eaten by a Titan.

"So do you want your Horse go to me or Melinda? Also should I send your bank account and next paycheck to your mother? Because I'm willing to take that money by myself." She questioned the groaning male.

"Not helping at all..." He sighed, his voice muffled.

"Just send everything to my mother..." He groaning while she rolled her eyes and jotted it down.

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The Dare:

"Cadet Kirstein!" Levi hollered, eye almost twitching as he glared harshly at the pale shaken teen. "What are you doing with my personal Windex?!"

Marching over to him with heavy footsteps, making the ash blond pale even more, hands clammy as he nervously clutched the bottle of Windex.

"U-uh Sir!" He squeaked, sharply saluting him as he sweated nervously under his steely glare.

"Kirstein," He hissed at him sharply, making him sweat bucketfuls.

Jean started laughing nervously as he relaxed himself from the salute, bringing out the Windex that was decorated fancily. Unscrewing the cap while Levi's eyes widened at.

"Stop that, Kirstein or I swear to Rose that you will be scrubbing Yeager's Titan's Teeth for the whole day." He threatened, taking a step forward as Jean took the cap off. Growling harshly until he stopped in shock as Jean turned the bottle over and poured the blue liquid out.

He watched in utter horror as that happened, seeing the precious cleaning liquid dirty the clean, clean floor. Staining it wastefully and watching every drop empty out of the bottle.

It was like a record stopped scratching in his mind, shadows covering the Captain's face.

Until Jean dropped the bottle, breaking him out of his sorrows of his Windex Bottle wastefully being put into a early grave.

The Scour quickly running for his life, shrieking out apologies and prayers while Levi's eyes glinted in the dark, quiet and absolutely pissed off.

Everyone keeping away a mile radius from the pissed off Captain. A dark and foreboding aura surrounding his form as he started running after the frightened for his life Jean.

Whilst Jean prayed for his life to the Walls above that he didn't believe in.

A/N: Ay that rushed af

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