Roar? $$ prank

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Nerron was running her standard morning lap, intent on getting her teensy little body looking burly and strong one day. She liked the idea of being unreasonably, ridiculously ripped. So much, in fact, that the serval wasn't paying attention to the trip wire a few paces ahead of her that promptly greeting her ankles with a sudden straining pinch that caused her to stagger forward. She didn't have much time to really consider what on earth just happened, as she regained her balance, because something moist and sticky fell onto her.

This was the point where Nerron mentally made the calm comment, It seems I've been had. While her mouth only provided a disgruntled, alarmed screech. When the feathers rained down and the second bucket emptied entirely, she gave up and fell onto her side with a sad squelch, too mortified to move.

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Oh, this was good. This was good indeed. Staring upon the painted and feather-blasted female through wide, wine-red eyes, Romania couldn't help but to break into a fit of laughter. "Nerron?" Vladimir inquired through joyous cackles. "What- ahahaha! What do you have going on there?" he would have to take a few gasps in between words, for his laughter was too much before it finally died down into light snickers. Sullen, serious Nerron covered in paint and feathers? It was hilarious.
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[justify][color=black][font=book antique] One could not imagine how relieved Nerron was that the first person to the scene had no eyes. Literally no greater luck had bestowed itself upon the femme. She didn't bother asking him for help, as it seemed he wasn't here to provide any. She spat a bit of the paint out, as it had managed to dribble into her mouth, hoping the trickster responsible had the decency to use nontoxic paint at least. She didn't really talk to Eyelesskit aside from a small grunt of acknowledgement, but his blind presence was somehow comforting.

Vladimir's, however, was not. His laughter was enough to get the feathered serval to her paws, teeth bared in a low snarl before she realized how ridiculous she must look. There was no way to look scary and strong covered in paint and feathers. None.

"Shut up."

Nerron whispered pathetically, cheeks and ears burning in utter humiliation under a layer of paint as she flicked her legs and tail, shaking to get herself clean but only succeeding in spiking her fur up.

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He snorted, laughter ceasing for a moment so that he could tip his head and offer a light "Aw, come on." before he chuckled merrily as he caught a glance at her spiked fur. "Don't be a port sport, Nerron." Vladimir huffed, his grin wide and bright. "No foul in a little fun, eh, birdie?"
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[justify][color=black][font=book antique] "Right, so if you find yourself in the same situation later on just remember that it's only a bit of fun."

The sticky serval hissed, voice cracking a bit and ruining the threatening vibe she was going for. Nerron did not like being laughed at. She took a few awkward steps, but still remained in the puddle before attempting to spatter a bit of paint onto both Vladimir and Mirrorpaw in a panicked fit.