Gabriel stormed up to them one sunny afternoon as they sat on the steps of his Aerie laughing at one another, joking between themselves, and doing what they usually did on slow days, with his dripping satchel in hand a dark expression clouding his eyes.
"Which one of you two did it?"
Both looked up in surprise at his sudden appearance, and then to the soaked satchel he held up for them to see, exchanging a quick look they both shrugged in sync.
"We don't know, big brother."
He narrowed his eyes at the two of them, he had important messages to deliver today and could not carry out that duty with a soaking wet satchel, it was not a good day to prank him. Usually he was all for it and would give back just as good as he got, but not today of all days as he just didn't have the time for it.
"Don't play with me. I know one of you did it. Fess up."
Zaveriel looked just as surprised as his partner in crime did, eyes wide with disbelief, "It wasn't us, boss, we know you were busy today and held off like you'd asked." Akeelah nodded in agreement "So we planned for a different time. It wasn't us this time." And they both finished together "We swear."
The Messenger turned, fuming, because he had duties to be attending to, and because he knew that he couldn't be mad at them when they were being truthful. They were troublemakers, whom he would not trade for anything in the world, but they were honest troublemakers and didn't dish anything out that interfered with another's duties.
Unbeknownst to him, at the moment at least, the Healer stood from afar watching as his younger brother had to borrow another's satchel, much too small for him, and laughed at the indignation he expressed as he flew off to tend to his deliveries.
That would show him.