" Everyone seems to be doing this."
" Don't complain, Daniel. Just pray the dares aren't too bad and the asks aren't too personal."
" Right.... That's a problem...."
" What do you mean?"
" I checked out other people's books and....."
" Oh no."
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" Oh dear." Eliza sweatdropped. " Gilbert reads this..."
" Julchen reads everything." Daniel hung his head.
Eliza tied her hair up in a bun and cleared her throat. " I'll do Ludwig first I suppose."
Daniel stepped back. Eliza shot him a glare. " Jou need to train more! Stop eating all of zhat pasta! It's all jou ever do! Jou're so lazy!" She yelled, taking on a German accent.
Daniel took yet another step back as she cleared her throat again. " Vhat's up bro's!? Guess vhat? I'M AWESOME." She gave a stupid grin. " Und I annoy the crap out of Lizzie! Zhats my job. But she grounded me because I alvays act like a big child." Eliza crossed her arms and nodded before she broke down in a coughing fit.
Her counterpart shrugged. " Close enough. Though I feel like you're a bit biased- OW! Liza, you're so mean!"
Daniel took a deep breath. " Guess I'm doing Monika then." He pinched the bridge of his nose. " Ugh, Italia. Vhy can't jou try harder? All I vant is three laps. Can jou do zhat for me, or must I drag jou?"
He looked at his feet. " Now, how to mock my fiancée in a way that won't get me hit...." He snapped his fingers. " I am awesome, but I am also hot!" He held up a peace sign with a big grin.
His face fell. " Yeah, I'm out of creativity with her. I don't know what else to do."
