Chapter Nine
After they got the pants on Ink, neither of them could get the pants off him. It's like they were glued to his legs or something! Which made bath time all the more difficult.
"Ink," Edge finally says, having reached the end of his thin patience just watching Red trying to get the little devil ready for a bath, "if you do not void yourself of all clothing now, I will dunk you into the bath with them on."
Ink stayed stubbornly silent and Edge had to force him into the tub of bubbly water kicking and screaming. You'd think they were torturing him for all the fuss he put up. Their poor neighbors, not that Edge really cared about them with their bureaucratic nonsense.
Red had gotten into the tub with Ink, cleaning as much bones as he could while Edge held him down. Everyone got soaked, bubble invaded everything, and Red almost lost another tooth in the struggle for cleanliness. Edge was going to have to mop up the bathroom after this to clean the surly gallons of water that Ink splashed out in his fit. Especially since they had to keep the damn faucet on to have enough water to clean with in the tub.
What must have been hours has passed by, Ink having screamed himself hoarse with Edge not that far behind him. As if his voice wasn't gravely enough already. Edge would say that Red came out of it the most intact, but really, he was the most waterlogged of them all; water was constantly pouring down his face from his eyes and nostrils, bubbles could be seen behind his eye lights, lighting up the back of his skull in a creepy way as his red eyelights gleam off the bubbles. Bruises would be sure to form over his ribs from how many times they got hit by Inks little elbows, and he could have sworn that one of his teeth felt a bit looser than the others. But maybe that was just in his head, like hell he would go to a doctor to find out, they would tear all his teeth out for the giggles.
Standing, Edge pulls Ink up to his chest grabbing a nearby towel and drying off the almost asleep baby bones. He was not happy with how today went, first Ink refused to touch his food all day, now they had to man handle him into a bath. Not to mention, Edge woke up not feeling well in the first place. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.
"I told ya not to bribe him with sweets before bed." Red grunts out, rubbing his sore ribs.
"I needed to get him to eat his diner somehow, especially since he hadn't eaten anything else."
Edge turns to walk away, not in the mood to fight with his brother. Knowing how he was feeling, things would turn physical and fast, he didn't want to hurt Red after all. At least, when he wasn't angry with him.
Before he could much further, his one step brought light to a new problem in the form of a light squishing sound and the feel of water encasing his foot. Not really wanting to but knowing that he has to, Edge looks down. What met him was three inches of water just calmly standing there without any sense that something was wrong. Ink couldn't have possibly splashed this much about, most of it had gotten on Edge, so the damn tub was broken.
Taking a deep breath, he marches on. He needed to see the extent of the damage.
The entire hallway, small as it was, was flooded as was the only bed room and part of the living room. Edge was beyond pissed. Setting Ink on the still dry sofa then going and fetching his brother who was standing in the tub and looking at the floor with dread, he too got placed on the sofa. Without a single word Edge stormed out of the apartment in the late night, glaring at any who dared even be in his sight and he marched up to the maintenance office and he began to pound on the door. Like hell he was going to clean that shit up!
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Red stayed on the sofa for about a second after his brother left, then he was moving. He soon had the bucket and mop, trying his best to at least get it out of the living room, because no one was going to come clean up this mess. Edge would be too busy yelling for someone to do it, and the workers would be to busy yelling back that it wasn't business hours, so they didn't have to do shit. That left one lazy skeleton for the job.
He soon realized, however, that this would take hours, and he was too lazy to be doing this for hours. He couldn't even do his job without taking breaks to sell illegal hot dogs. So with a quick flare of magic and the almost silent snap of his fingers, he magiced the water to somewhere else. The inside of the maintenance office to be exact. Hopefully Edge wasn't inside.
That left less than half the water originally there plus the one bucket full at his feet. With a heavy sigh, he takes the bucket and tossed the water outside on the walkway, not caring about what monster has to trudge through his dirty bath water. Red begins the mopping process again, to tired to use magic a second time.
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Edge's relentless pounding of the door, which would have resulted in it splintering if he had kept going, rewarded him. A sleazy slug opened it, hatred in his eyes as he glares up at Edge who glares right back.
"Our apartments flooded, fix it." Edge demands.
The giant slug just stares. Then the doors shut in Edges face. He takes a second to comprehend what just happened before he's hammering on the door again, this time trying to break it as quickly as possible, if they won't fix his problem, he would give them a problem to fix.
When his fist finally went through, he peered inside for a second and caught sight of something that would have him smiling in private for years; water raining down from nowhere and right on that damn slugs head. There was no doubt in Edges mind that Red had done this, his truly a genius, second to only that of The Great and Terrible Papyrus.
He found himself almost skipping on his way back to the apartment, which scared the idling monsters more than his murderous gaze had.
An; yes, this is based off what happened in real life. The people who work here are actually really nice. I've only heard horror stories of how bad toddlers can get with things.
