A glitterbomb, planted on Eobard's desk, explodes. It's not painful, but it showers him in sticky neon-green goop and covers him in glitter. Underneath the now empty container is pinned a note: 'Happy Thursday. With Love, The Trickster. xoxo. PS: No hard feelings, was just testing out new kit. Thanks for being a willing participant xox' - thenewtrickstcr
Eobardis used to getting unsolicited packages. He repairs radios for a small feebecause, to him, it’s just plain fun. So it’s no surprise he receives a packagetoday. The surprise is what’s inside. And all over him. And his radios.
“Whothe fuck is The Trickster?” hegrumbles, wiping slime and glitter from his face. “I’ll kill them.” A pause. “Afterchecking with Harrison.”