Nessian Trash Panda

Cricket and Nyx after the prank: *cackling maniacally*

Froggy: *kicked back watching the chaos with a snack*

Ori: *pops out of no where as Rhys’ eye twitches taking in the damage* BOO UNCLE RHYS! 😀

Pudding: *plotting Cassian’s downfall*

Rhys massaged his temple. As angry and stunned as he was, he had to admit that putting soap in the city fountains was a prank he wished he and his brothers had pulled.

But his son proved to be more popular than he ever was at that age. Nyx was able to get half of the young population of Velaris in on it. Though he knew without a doubt, Cricket was the mastermind behind all of this.

A soft knock at the office door made his headache pulse, but he waved the door open with his hand anyway, “Come in.”

Froggy entered softly with a rustling of paper and skirts, blessedly quiet. At least he never had to worry about her. Froggy smiled brightly as she handed him a small stack of papers.

“What’s this?” He flipped through the list of instructions in his niece’s perfect handwriting.

“Instructions to clean the fountains,” Froggy said solemnly. “They’ll need to be drained and the system distilled with vinegar, and the fountains scrubbed with a powder agent to cut through the soap. We should be back to normal by tomorrow.”

Rhys nodded, "I'll have a crew get started immediately. Thank you, dear,"

"By crew, you of course are referring to Nyx and Cricket? And the other children?" A smile crept over her face, and Rhys could see the Autumn Court all over it.

"I am," Rhys snickered, "and they can work through the night-"

"BOO!"

Rhys jumped as Froggy spun around. Orianna giggled maniacally at in doorway, "Boo, Uncle Rhys! Happy Fools Day!" Her hair stuck out in every direction and she lisped her words.

"Happy Fools Day, Ori, "Rhys stood from the desk, holding out his hands for each of the girls to grab, "How would you like to scare Nyxie and Cricket?"

"I want to scare them so bad!" She squealed as she flapped her wings.

"Then we shall give them the biggest scare of their lives," Rhys swore as he led his nieces out of his office and into the city.

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It was well past midnight and Nyx could feel the skin on his hands slowly peeling after being submerged in soap and vinegar all day. He scrubbed until his shoulders were sore and his knees were raw.

But he couldn't deny it was worth it. The bubbles in the fountains were a smash hit. Impromptu parties formed around the city as children played in the fountains all day. Everything was fine until his father cast a dark shadow over him and Cricket, and their conspirators, and forced them to clean it all up.

That was eight hours ago.

He could hear Cricket mumbling to herself as he stood and crocked his back.

"Stupid Uncle Rhys, can't take a joke, I bet Froggy ratted us out." she hissed as she gathered her buckets and rags.

"I think the Rainbow Fountain overflowing with soap ratted us out." Nyx replied.

"I will make him pay for this," she sneered.

Nyx just shrugged.

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The cat known as Pudding watched the stupid male eat his oatmeal with large, stupid bites. He hated the male more than anything.

He may have been the father of his beloved girl, but he found the male so brutish and oafish. If Pudding just had to share the house with his girl's mother, whom he adored, it would have been fine. But no, he had to live with this utter imbecile.

Pudding leapt onto the table with determination. It was time to begin his day.

He stalked forward slowly. "You stepped in his oatmeal yesterday," the walls of the House reminded him, "You must do something different."

He sat in front of the idiot, as still as stone. The Idiot met his eyes with false authority.

"You're not allowed on my table," The Idiot swatted at him with those meaty hands.

Pudding smiled as he gently knocked over the food and water the man was drinking. It crashed to the floor too quickly for The Idiot to react. The Brute screamed with frustration as Pudding laughed and ran for the door to find his mistress.