☆- you and Azrael made a bet on who could drink the most shots of hot sauce, and you, of course, won. As Azraels punishment, you decided to make him run three miles on the track you two found and train together on. Right now, he's on his last lap, and no longer has his shirt on he's sweating so much.

☆- "This... Is... The... Worst..."

☆- he says while breathing heavily