AN: Here's Cliff and Blank!

Revenge is Best Served with Cream

Their shift was almost done and Cliff couldn't believe it. Blank had dozed off on monitor duty. Hmm... Cliff saw a whole world of opportunities in that moment.

He studied hid sleeping brother, going over all of the possibilities that lay before him. He knew he should just wake him up and kindly warn him about sleeping on the job, but where was the fun in that? He fingered the growing stubble on his chin until he narrowed down the list running through his head.

Cliff smirked. This was going to be interesting...

-x-

After making a quick run to get the item he needed for his plan, Cliff came back to the monitoring station he and Blank had been stationed at for this shift. He carefully removed Blank's helmet and set to work.

Blank snored soundly as his brother worked. He was blissfully unaware that his bucket had been taken off and that his right hand was being gently turned over, palm up. He didn't feel the cool, wet substance making contact with his skin. However, he did feel an irritation somewhere around his nose.

Cliff jumped back when Blank snorted and shook his head, adopting an innocent pose. He waited, hoping his plan wouldn't backfire. Blank finally settled down again, never fully waking, and his snores returned.

Cliff grinned and tried again.

Blank again felt that light yet persistent tickling sensation and tried again to shake it off. When it came back once again, he groaned angrily and swatted at his face.

He froze.

Something cold and slimy had smeared over his face and gotten into his eyes and up his nose. He sat up, coughing and spluttering, trying to get what ever the stuff was out of his eyes and airways.

It was then he heard someone laughing... and he recognized the smell of the white goop.

Blinking furiously, Blank cleared his vision enough to see Cliff sprawled in the chair next to him, holding his sides, and a can of shaving cream at his feet. Blank narrowed his stinging eyes, grabbed his helmet, roughly put it back on, and stormed from the command center, leaving his brother to yuck it up while he went to the 'freshers.

-x-

Cliff was awakened by a hard prodding in his stomach. He partially opened his eyes to see a blurry (was that Blank?) standing over him. He blinked the sleep from his eyes as he asked, "Wha's up?"

"I personally shined up your armor this morning," Blank announced.

Cliff blinked in surprised confusion. What brought this about? "Uh, thanks."

Blank nodded and headed casually out of the barracks. Shrugging off his brother's odd behavior, Cliff got up and made his bunk. He then suited up, taking a moment to admire the sheen of his plates before checking his weapon. It too had been cleaned. He smiled. "I'll have to thank him more properly later."

Then he put his bucket on. Cool slime engulfed his head and neck and oozed down his body to the floor. His helmet had been filled with shaving cream. Cliff resisted the urge to take a breath to calm his temper as one name filled his mind.

Blank...

Blank smirked to himself as he headed for the mess hall, hiding an empty shaving cream can at his side.

AN: I've always wanted to do this. X3

I plan to put up something a bit more serious some time. Anything you readers would like to see, humorous or not? I can't promise I'll post it (after all, your inspiration is not mine) but I will consider it.