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He didn't know how Niernan would react to the prospect of licking his toe, but the roar of laughter made Saul laugh too, a belly-shaking laugh that lasted only a few moments but was enough to purvey his amusement at the situation at hand. His cousins rich voice came once, directed at his brother, as Niernan accused Bran of slacking in the dare department. Snorting softly, Saul watched as Niernan attempted to stand, the sway of his body testament to the intoxication in his body. He decided that crawling along the floor would be a sufficient mode of transport and Saul rested his heel on the ground until his cousin had covered enough ground to reach his toe. With a smirk at the teasing way with which Niernan licked his lips, Saul raised his leg once more, holding his toe out before his cousin's salmon tongue flashed out and scraped along his toe.
Despite his best efforts, the male couldn't help the roll of his stomach and he coughed softly to keep himself from throwing up. He didn't think he would have had a problem with it until his cousins tongue had been too close to escape. The slimy stripe on his toe flared like a neon sign and Saul replaced his foot on the ground, subtly rubbing it against the dirt to stop the feeling from taking over him. He glanced down as Niernan settled on the ground beside him, clearly having decided that the journey back was too much to bear. Saul snorted, a soft clap of his hand on his cousins shoulder something supportive before the man proclaimed it to be his turn, leaning over the retrieve the bottle. Nerves settled in his stomach and he took a breath as the bottle span, getting slower and slower until the neck of the bottle pointed clearly towards his toes. Niernan spoke, although Saul wasn't entirely sure what he said.
His mouth went dry, trying to think of all the possibilities. If he went for a dare, his cousin could really make a fool of him, in front of Lilin as well. If he went for a truth, he might not be able to answer the question. Although there was always the forfeit option, which would undoubtably be worse for him. Green eyes squeezed shut once, before he allowed a word to slip through his jaws, cringing deeply. "Dare."
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