Peeps; work your magic, magician
Peeps: Ayo got myself some sweet kicks with my peeps. This isn’t middle school, so calling your companions your “peeps” is no longer a sicknasty thing to do.. In fact, it’s downright embarrassing. Almost as bad as the time you thought these artificial sugar covered marshmallows were the bomb-diggity. Write a drabble about one of our muses giving the other a surprise that was better in the theory than in practice.
Kaito was still sour about the pony thing not working out. It hadn’t occurred to him that Hibiki would actually bail out, and therefore he decided that this time, he was going to do it alone. The kitchen had been cleared that morning in the wait for tea time, the faint smell of antibacterial liquid wavering around the room, but that wasn’t the only scent he planned on reproducing through chemicals.
The scene? Hallway currently unoccupied, livingroom containing the presence of one Tsukamoto Mamoru, and their bedrooms each vacant sans for the one their third room mate resided in. Above the sparkling tiles of the kitchen towered a silver ladder, reaching up the ceiling just below the small contraption that would aid instigating fear for this, uh, prank. The costs were a little high, and injury was predicted, but it wasn’t like the thief to stop a whole heist because he had to knock out a policeman with a wrench or two. Granted, this wasn’t a KID surprise, but a Kuroba surprise, and his idea of a good shock came out just a tiiiny bit more childish than his persona’s sense of humor would allow.
And finally, the mid section of the hallway up until the door frame of the kitchen had been prepped with baby oil. It took Kaito approximately three seconds to climb up the ladder and hold a small lighter up to the smoke detector, triggering a blaring screech throughout the apartment. He swung down in another two seconds flat, depositing the prepretrating device into his pocket and stood at the front door in waiting. Faintly, he could hear some yelp of shock coming from the further away section of the house, most probably Hibiki, while a series of tapping footstep noises stormed in from the living room, just as planned.
… What was not planned, however, was Tsukamoto’s foot catching the baby oil and sending him sailing right into the kitchen. In theory, it should have just wiggled him to the side and brought him crashing down, but his balance was apparently better than Kaito had accounted for. The magician shrieked and reclined to the best of his agile ability, but the older man came crashing into him and sent him flying on the ground with a whole load of weight to carry on top. Dizziness came first, then a horrid pain spiraling from his shoulders to his head, and then he heard his victim groaning above him.
