Dramophone

Oh poop.

His confidently innocent expression drooped as his dad pointed out the very true fact of his disobedience. He shifted from paw to paw and his gaze darted everywhere but his dad's eyes as he desperately tried to think of a reasonable and believable excuse for him to be all the way out here. What would Rhys do?

"RHYTH MADE ME DO I'," he blurted out without thinking. Poop again - Rhys would kill him for this, he just knew it. But he'd already started the lie so he couldn't very well back out of it now. "The uhm, uhm... the dared me to! The be' me I wou'n't and I had ta becauth I can't looth a bet." That was believable, right? You couldn't back down from dares! And losing a bet was awful and you couldn't ever live if down if you did, so Dad wouldd understand of course.