In which the Pious just does a classic move -- leaving a whoopee cushion under the cushion of the seat of the throne. Except, he hooked it up to a hidden stereo system so the moment Somnus would sit down on his seat of honour, everyone and their grandmother was going to hear him let out a huuuuge wet one.
Somnus hummed, his book folded underneath his arm and a new, ACTUAL, glass of wine in his hand. He was finally, finally going to get some peace and quiet. Read and relax. The perfect day fit for a king. Putting his wine on the table by his chair, Somnus sighed happily before sitting down with a plop and....
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Scrambling up from his chair, Somnus groaned when tripped on his feet and fell. He stared as the sound of his ‘fart’ still reverberated through the building. Oh no. Oh how embarrassing. Scrambling over to the chair, he hissed when he lifted the cushion to find the offending object.
He could think of only one person...
“Devotio...”
