"Even? Do you think you should be doing that with Xenahort's coffee?," Ienzo asked as he watched his best friend and personal tutor drip random chemicals and solutions into the unsuspecting coffee.
Even grinned wickedly. "No, but who's the head scientist here?"
"You are.."
"Exactally. And who is the apprentice?"
"I am.."
"Very good. Now hand me that blue vial there." Even's grin widened as he took the vial from Ienzo's hand, pulling the cork off and watching the liquid swirl for a moment before tipping it into the mug. The cup was almost overflowing with what was once coffee, but was now poisoned and most likely highly flammable liquid.
"Even? I really don't think this is such a good idea.."
"You always say that! ITS A SCIENCE!" The older male cackled madly as he snatched up a very suspicious red test tube.
"I wonder..," he muttered to himself as he tipped the tube over.
BOOM!
As the dust cleared, Ienzo realized that he had somehow managed to get on the other side of the room, and he was also upside down. Even was no where in sight.
"Even?" He coughed, looking around. Suddenly a door to his right slammed open, and he scrambled to get up and straighten himself out.
"What the HELL is going on in here?" Uh-oh. Xenahort. Ienzo ducked his head between his shoulders as the man's gaze settled on him.
"Umm.. Well you see.." The room was desacrated. Or, at least, it had chemicals all over the walls, and the table was now very much unusable.
Even burst out from behind the couch, laughing. "It was great! You missed it!" He waved his hands dramatically through the air as he explained all the things he did to the other man's mug. When he was finished, all was silent for a minute before Xenahort spoke.
"Let me get this straight.. You put chemicals in my coffee. You BLEW UP my mug. YOU DESTROYED THE LOUNGE. AND YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF?"
"YES! IT WAS AMAZING! I'VE NEVER SEEN AND EXPLOSION LIKE THAT BEFORE!" Even jumped over to the remains of the table, admiring his work before he happily skipped out of the room to record his 'findings.'
Xenahort put his face in his palm. It was just another Monday..
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..I love Zexion/Vexen (Or in this case, Ienzo/Even) : D Yay! <33
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