"Okay, you remember you're part?"
The two friends sat huddled together, whispering their grand scheme themselves in hushed tones, Akeelah giggled softly into her hand and nodded excitedly. Paul grinned and gave her a thumbs up. Both so caught in solidifying their plans, neither noticed the two elders standing in the entry way watching them closely.
Haniel grinned and pat his brother on the arm "It appears they've got something in store for someone." Nisroc sighed, ending in a deep hum, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he watched the pair of them whisper to each other conspiringly "Indeed, they do." He nodded his head softly "All is well. Let them come. They have to learn the consequences sometime."
"You're fond of them, and you know it."
"As if you're not. Don't think I don't know who helped them stash my sword just this last week."
"Guilty as charged."
He would allow any and all pranking and mischief as long as it meant that they two young angels he was so fond of got along together. Paul had told him, after the incident on the Axis, in trust that they had once been friends. Not as close as her and Zaveriel were, not many were as close as those two were, but nearly a close second. It hadn't been until he called her a coward, told her that he would never be friends with a coward like she had been, that their friendship had broken to pieces. He knew from experience that the young fledgling could hold a grudge like no other, he'd lived through some weeks where she would speak not a word to him for something that hurt her feelings (such as the days of rest he kept forgetting their engagements they'd planned early in advance), and wouldn't speak to him again without encouragement.
It warmed the Power in a fond way to see them act as such once more, they were cute together, always planning and giggling about something or other. It certainly made training more interesting, and he spent more time in the garden now, but it was worth it.
So, when he found the fledgling in the Armory, messing with his armor, he knew who to look for next, the other not far behind from their friend. Nisroc had not been a guardian for quite some time, and technically speaking he was not now, but he was the next best thing to one. Young Paul had come a long way under his wing, opened more then he had before, told him more of his fledglinghood then he had thought to be true. It made his grace twist knowing that someone so cruel could be made into a guardian when he was more then capable.
"You two will learn.", he dropped them both on his bed, dipping his fingers in the gooey substance in his boots, and rubbing them together as he tried to place where it had come from, "What happens to those who try and get one up on me.", he left them sit where they lie, turning his attention on the two curling together on his bed, light giggles already escaping them in a harmonic duet.
The Mighty Power wiggled his fingers at them as he climbed onto his bed before them, and they curled even more into one another.
"Oh, I will make sure you two know."