It was pizza day here in the food court, and Taako absolutely had to jump on that. Sure, he was capable of whipping up things that were considerably more complex, but on some days, nothing could beat a plate of greasy pizza. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite gotten his pizza yet, or it inevitably would have ended up on the floor.
He felt the freezing splash of the slushie all the way down his back before he even realized anything was on fire. Taako gasped loudly, and the few spectators around him went silent at this scene. “What..the actual fu-” He started, but that’s when he realized the fire. This just kept getting better.
Taako quickly pulled his hat from his head and tossed it to the floor. It only took a quick wave of the hand to conjure enough water to put out the fire. He was left with a slightly damp, singed hat. And a soaking back. Was this someone’s idea of a joke? If so, they were going to get retribution in full.
The elf picked his hat back up off of the ground, trying his best to brush the singed bits from the fabric. Maybe no one would notice. He then turned to try to identify who or what had caused this. “Oh-ho-ho, you’ll wish you’d never done…that…” His sentence trailed off as his eyes flickered down to someone much shorter than he had expected. Not a dwarf, not a gnome, not even a gerblin. It was a kid. Eugh. He couldn’t exact divine justice on a child. Think about the possible lawsuits!
“Seriously, kid? You got anyone with you?” Taako asked. He then looked up and surveyed the food court. “Hey! Got a kid over here! Who’s tiny tornado is this?!” He yelled across the room, pointing down at Senwel. Someone surely had to claim him.
Senwel looked up at the other with terrified, saucer-like eyes. Oh gosh, he’d really went and goofed this one up, hadn’t he? The stranger was shouting, but in his sudden panic, he didn’t catch much. All he processed was that the tall angry elf was pointing and yelling at him.
And of course, that just wouldn’t do. The poor scamp’s lip started to almost immediately quiver, quickly followed up with the waterworks that started to well up in the youngster’s eyes. And then there was that high-pitched whine, followed by the unmistakable noise of a wailing toddler. Gods, that was loud. And very annoying.
Where the hell was his parent?
Octavius didn’t exactly have the most glamorous job, especially considering where he was. A moon base. A mother. fucking. MOON BASE. And yet here he was, on his hands and knees in a bathroom stall, scrubbing shit stains off a moon toilet.
Where did the shit go, anyways? Was there proper plumbing, or did they just launch the shit nuggets into space? If that was the case, he wondered how many shooting stars he’d seen had actually been flaming turds. He chuckled at the idea, slowly standing up as he flushed. Fucking finally, that was the last throne of the day, now he just had to do the food court’s floor tonight, and scrape the gum off the bottom the tables-
He froze in place as he heard an all-too-familiar screech coming from the food court. Fuck, what had the kid gotten into now? He dropped his cleaning supplies and hurried off towards the sound.