[Oh, he totally dares. Or, he would if his egging attempt wasn't interrupted by a moment where he suddenly feels freaked the fuck out. Taken aback, Arthur drops the egg, which goes splat on his Converse. Arthur blinks and looks down, then glares at Narvin-- not because he blames that moment of panic on him, but because Narvin saw him totally drop an egg on himself. That means he needs to be punched, lest Arthur loses face.
let me know if I didn't get the effects of the psychic burst right!
It's the way of adolescence.]