I've had a cold for a few days now. My nose won't stop running! It's a real problem. Where on earth does all this snot even come from?
Jou's POV
Takes place before he met Yuugi
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pranks
The best kind of practical joke is one that seems like it was an act of god. That is the first rule to shenanigans. The second rule is that you have to be present to watch the shit go down. What is the point in engineering a brilliant prank if you're not there to enjoy it? The third rule is that you have to make yourself known to your victim, but present yourself as a helpful agent of good. Finally, Never give the same name twice.
My favorite setting for pranks is the park down the street from my house. A super-busy concrete path borders the park. Right where the path makes a sharp turn is a spot that has been polished very smooth by lots of feet and tires. Just where the smooth part of the concrete is, there happens to be a shallow puddle of water, and in the middle of that puddle, there happens to be an invisible layer of motor oil.
How do I know this?
Because I put it there.
I get a Dixie cup full of water and I bring my pint of motor oil. First, I pour the water around till it's a thin layer, then I carefully dribble oil over it. This and the already smooth path make it the slipperiest surface known to mankind. After my set up is complete, I sit under my favorite, large tree and wait for my prey. It doesn't always work, though. Sometimes they're wearing shoes with good treads. Sometimes they just walk around the puddle. But sometimes, things line up perfectly.
Today I get a fat businessman who's walking toward the puddle super-duper fast, his tummy jiggling with every step. A thick folder is tucked into his chubby hand. He glances at his watch and speeds up. He must be very late for a meeting of some sort.
The last thing he needs is to fall down.
He doesn't even see it coming. As he rounds the corner, his foot slides from under him, and he's splayed flat before he can even yell out. His folder? It goes flying, and suddenly all these papers are whirling around him like a white tornado. He scrambles to his feet and paws at the air, but most of his papers are halfway to the street. He'll never catch them all.
After a minute or two of laughing, I get up and help him grab papers.
"Oh, thank you, young man!" He cries. His face is fire red from exertion, but he manages a smile as I hand him what I've gathered.
"They're probably out of order, mister," I say. I add the "mister" for extra innocence.
"No matter," He takes the papers, and we both chase down the stragglers. Once we get them all together, he smiles at me again. "You're a real peach."
"I like to help people," I beam at him like a cherub who just dosed on ecstasy.
"What's your name?" He wonders.
"Gusty. Gusty Paterson."
He offers me and hand and we shake.
"Thank you, Gusty Paterson," He coos, then walks away. Feeling really positive about the goodness in people.
The irony is delicious.
Jou is so badass! XD
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