"What the– stop! You're insane! That's freaking dirty, you bastard!"
Hendra instantly released and got up from Damar, more concerned with the fact that something dirty was hitting him than the previous punch Damar gave. Seeing his evident fear of dirt, Damar quickly reached for the small trash bin near Aruna's study desk. He brought the bin above his head, holding it like a victory trophy, proud like a champion.
Hendra backed off in terror, "Stay away! Don't you dare throw that at me or you'll regret it! Stay there!"
Damar laughed like a villain, taunting, "My, my! The young master is afraid of getting dirty?"
"Hey! Both of you, please stop!" Aruna tried to get up from her bed. Her request was ignored by the men, unheard.
Just like how Damar ignored Hendra's yell.
Bang!
The bin flew to the man who was scared of getting dirty and smelling, pouring all of its trash to the well-kept cleanness of his person.
