atem doing the prank on seto where you put shaving cream in a persons hand while asleep and tickle their nose
OH MY GO D IM CRYIN, THANK YOU GRAHM GOD BLESS
April first wasn’t necessarily the only time you could get away with playing pranks on those who had amusing reactions.
There are many occasions in which one could play a joke excellent enough to elicit maybe giggles and if lucky enough, laughter that turns to tears.
Only those who enjoy it fully are those who can get away with it.
Such was the case around Seto’s bi-weekly afternoon nap. Always Wednesday at around the same hour. Atem knew just what he would be doing. Long legs stretched across the impeccable burgundy sofa. One arm rested lazily by the side, one arm dangling helplessly off the side.
Countless times he’s seen Seto in the position. It’s perfect.
Now he was no fool. He knows that if he were to squeeze the cap of the shaving cream bottle he holds exactly in his left hand, Seto would wake up due to the noise and spoil the whole fun of it.
So instead he supposes he has two options. Risk it, or ride and die with an all out frontal attack. The second option was the more appealing of them so thus the second bottle in his hand. Two in each hand actually.
Supposedly it was a talent to squeeze four at once.
A cherry. Delicately placed in the creases of Seto’s palm. Master plan in place.
But he would try the first if nothing else but for tradition.
And tradition it was, Seto practically punching his entire face inwards, cherry juice splattering over that pristine white coat. The gasp of abject horror and rage.
And then the widening of the eyes, to see Atem standing over him with not one- but four cans of shaving cream. FOUR.
All over the house they went. Seto coated in shaving cream and cherry stains. Attempting to simultaneously knock Atem and the cans in his hands out.
Needless to say the night ended with a time out. In the box of shame. Atem laying in the newly designed- by Mokuba himself- cardboard box which had ‘For Shame’ written in red sharpie over the tiny hand cut window.
And thus the death of another highly expensive coat.
