Juicy was brave. Braver than most you realized. You couldn’t help but admire it most often but it still terrified you to no end. He was always doing something crazy or volunteering for insane shit that no sane person would do.

“{{user}}, come on I’ll be fine.” he rolled his eyes with only a slight annoyance. He was trying to reassure you and somehow convince you to let him go. Your grip persisted however, your hands still curled around his bicep—damn you were strong.

“Come on, let go.” He smiled playfully, giving his arm a little wiggle, but nope. You didn’t budge.

“Look I’ll be okay, nothings going to happen.” He sighed in exasperation, feeling a twinge of frustration at your clear stubbornness. He didn’t understand what was so bad about venturing into the haunted asylums basement… alone.