Chapter Text
[Shuriken's thoughts will be in italics!]
[As with all my stories, none of this writing is final and it is subject to change frequently!]
Shuriken snatched a metal pail and scampered toward the café's kitchen sink in the back, flicking the faucet on and filling up the bucket in suspense, bouncing on his toes and bobbing his arms like an autistic miniature T-rex. The ninja-like Inphernal bit his lip to muffle a laugh threatening to slip out, This is gonna be soooo good! From past the kitchen, he could catch the scent of freshly baked cookies, muffins, and cupcakes, and boy, did they smell delicious... Anyway- his plan was flawless, well, for the most part. It was flawless to him, at least. Slingshot looks like a cat; cats hate water; Shuriken tests it; SPLASH; water all over Slingshot! A master at his finest work!
Shuriken's impatience was fueling faster than the water could fill the metal pail, unfortunately. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon... He urgently told himself. Yeah, right, like water obeyed him like a freaking mermaid or sea serpent. Hey, the thought was funny at least. Imagine... me with a mermaid tail! That would be awesome! Hehe! Vine Staff practically appeared behind him, her taller form looming over her younger brother alongside her hands firmly placed on her hips.
"Shuriken! What are you doing?" Vine Staff inquired, squinting at Shuriken.
Shuriken shrieked loudly, a sound that was a little too high-pitched for an Inphernal that was supposedly a guy, "AHHHHHH- VINE STAFF, HAH... HI??"
The ninja-like Inphernal spun around, pathetically attempting to block the metal bucket from view. He gazed up at his older sister, first to her particularly 'I'm about to get you in trouble' face, then to her cursed wood arm, and finally a quick glance backward toward the still filling pail.
Vine Staff tilted her head at her young brother, "You didn't answer my question, Shuri. What's going on behind that mischievous little head of yours?" It was hard to tell if she was truly angry or not, which didn't help poor Shuriken's situation.
Shuriken's eyes scouted the surrounding area in hopes of scrapping together a distraction of some kind. Luck for him, he spotted a bag of half-opened white flour, Perfect! Haha~!
Shuriken partially rested his spine against the edge of the kitchen sink, "So, funny story, Vine Staff...! I was actuallyyyyyyy..." He purposefully stretched the word out, smirking deviously.
Vine Staff glowered down at like a determined guard dog, "Shuriken, spill it. What's going on?"
Shuriken giggled, "Nothing...~" The ninja-like Inphernal began dubiously.
He abruptly zipped sideways, seized the half-open bag of white flour, ripped the excess top packaging off, and cascaded Vine Staff in the thick powder. He was instantly racing away, cackling like the small menace he was destined to become before Vine Staff could even react.
"FINDERS KEEPERS, FLOUR MAKES YA WEAKER!!" He shouted in return, already charging into the café's seating tables and chairs arrangement room.