"ZAVERIEL!"
Akeelah giggled softly when he friend shot to his feet, eyes falling wide in alarm, and turned to kiss her on the cheek before bolting in the other direction. Some moments later, filled with giggling and the sound of her friend running away, the caller revealed themselves. Her hand covered her mouth as she laughed outright, looking up to her Master's bright pink hair, it matched his wings with the sparkle, and he spared her a look as he came to stand next to her bench.
"Which way did he go?"
She didn't move a muscle and he pointed a threatening finger at his little charge.
"I'm not in a merciful mood and if you want the full focus of my wrath on that little belly of yours, you'll at least point me in the right direction."
Little arms curled around her belly protectively, barely letting a hand out as she pointed in the direction he had run in, the elder kneeled to kiss her temple and poke her belly, before taking off in the same direction her friend disappeared in.
Zaveriel laughed as he ran, the sound of boots hitting the stone behind him only making him laugh harder and run faster, zigging and zagging between passersby. Others seemed annoyed at his hasty cutting them off, while others spotted his pursuer and cheered him on, the excitement was so thick one could nearly touch it.
He just stepped up to the first step of the Aerie when arms caught him around the waist, lifting him completely from his feet, and soon enough he was dangling over his pursuers shoulder. The young messenger saw others turn to look at him in surprise as they passed, heading in the familiar direction of the Messengers office, and they waited patiently after knocking for their entrance to be granted.
Gabriel was laughing.
Whether it be at his young proteges predicament or his brothers new shade of hair, neither knew, but both suspected it was a bit of both, and he heard him stand from his desk and gather his satchel.
"Well Luci, I think blonde suits you better but you live your best life, let him live please as I still have need of him."
He cleared his desk off and stepped around as his older brother stepped passed him and bent to swing the young messenger over to lay on the cleared surface.
"Oh, I'll let him live.", the young messenger looked between the two amused archangels with wide tense eyes, "I want to hear him beg me to let him free."
Gabriel smirked, winking at the young messenger when he turned a pleading gaze on him, smiling as he turned to leave them to their fun. Well. To his older brothers fun. He chuckled to himself as he walked down the hall, shaking his head as he looked down to adjust the strap on his satchel, and laughed when a bright scream rolled down the hall.