Drabble Five: Manly Pride

I walked through the purple corridors with a blank face. Once again I was left with nothing to do. I sighed and put my tricky mind to work. After the last trick I pulled Logan was even more of a drama king. I paused in my walking before grinning with a look of mischief. I plan made it's self known into my mind and I went right to work on it. Soon I was prepared with an army of small stuffed animals, I was ready to go to war...with my brother's manly pride.

Logan's room was covered in dolls and plush animals and his bed sheets dyed pink. I grinned to myself slightly, I knew it was about time for Logan's nap. He's plagued with nightmares so he takes naps during the day, like a small child.

I heard footsteps approaching so I made my way into a doily-covered wardrobe and waited, peeking through a small crack in the door. In a few moments the door was opened, quite stylishly I might add, by Logan. His tired face turning into a one of confusion, then disgust, and finally rage. He let out a rather impressive yell, even for him.

"What the bloody hell happened to my room?!"

It was very funny watching the "king of Albion" try to close the door on an army of worried servants and knights.