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"Hey Cho Cho cutie!" Dark purred in Chosen's ear from his comfortable place on the couch. Chosen just swatted Dark's face away like a mosquito and asked,
"What do you want this time?"
"What, can't a lover just say hi to his sweetheart?" Dark pouted, rubbing his cheek. You didn't have to be so aggressive about it...
"Dark... It's you."
"... Point made. Wanna blow something up? For old times' sake." Dark just jumped straight to the point.
"Dark, what the hell about 'redeeming your old ways' do you not understand? You and this 'relationship' are on probation, remember?"
"Okay, fine fiiiiiine, so no arson. Tar and feathers?"
"To who?!"
"Vic >:)"
"... Explain," Chosen asked blankly.
"I swear Vic sleeps almost as hard as that tangerine does! Soooooo what if we just... glued some feathers all over him while he's sleeping?" Dark grinned a grinchy grin, that sparkle in his eye he always got when things were about to go horribly wrong, 22 minutes and 3 ad breaks from now.
"... I should be discouraging this kind of behavior, but the plot is holding me at gunpoint, and it's Vic; we can make him suffer just a little humiliation :)"
Vic lay on his couch, unaware of the shadows beyond his line of sight, waiting for the curse of slumber to overtake him.
"Now seems like a good time to conveniently take a nap in an open and vulnerable state to juvenile pranks!" Vic sighed as he grabbed a blanket and settled down, falling asleep a whopping five entire seconds after his eyes closed.
"Pfft, old man, he's already snoring!" Dark snickered (A snicker bar sounds pretty good right now, actually- oh wait, back to the plot-)
"Shhh, quick, before he wakes up!"
Chosen and Dark, very quietly with their bottles of glue and bag of dollar store fake feathers, began to carefully put them in Vic's hair, on his clothes, under his blanket (Actually, they removed the blanket and covered him in enough feathers to keep him warm and not notice the lack of blanket), and some on his face.
"Sheesh, is he like, immune to feeling things or something???" Dark asked, gluing a feather on one of Vic's eyebrows.
"From what he told me, he basically has like, no nerve endings left after Alan deleted them all. He still gets phantom pains despite that, though." Chosen explained.
"Well... way to kill the mood," Dark huffed.
"More than the mood will be killed right about now," H4CK3R responded, eyes open, and feather eyebrows crossed in an undying fury.
"OH SH-"
The twins and spouse proceeded to run and fly all around the house, the yard, the city, trying to preserve their lives. It ended in retaliation, as the couple had to do a walk of shame covered in feathers in front of a bunch of colorful kids, but this ain't about them! Baby tangerine certainly found it funny, though, and keeps a picture of this day for blackmail. Truly great times being a hollow head.