Two Pair
Gnomish Catastrophes
Lambo peered around the corner before making a gesture for his friends to cross the hallway.
The three seven year old's ran across the hallway before plastering themselves against the same wall as Lambo.
When they were all there, Lambo peeked around again before whispering "Target locked on."
"I'm still not sure about this," Ipin murmured even as she began loading foam bullet into the green and orange sniper. "What if he gets mad at us?"
Bluebell clicked her tongue, pressing the yellow and black machine gun against her chest in an attempt to muffle the pop when she pushed the barrel out to load it. "We're just messing around. He never gets mad at us."
"You only say that because you don't live with him," Nozaru sniffed, but complied with loading his own weapons.
Lambo looked over at them, double pistols in his hand, "Ready?"
The others gave nods.
With loud battle cries they all hopped around and raised their weapons only to find...
"Aw Lambo he's not even there anymore!" Bluebell cried. "Now what?"
"He was!" Lambo insisted, pointing at a spot on the carpet. "He was right the-hiiiiiiieee!"
All four children let out screams as they were scooped up.
"Are there nerf guns?" Gamma questioned, the girls in his arms and the boys over his shoulders. He clicked his tongue. "I told Yuni she'd regret going with Byakuran's Christmas idea."
"No!" Lambo cried, kicking his legs. "You guys let us get caught by the enemy."
There was a cry of outrage from the other mini-soldiers, all insisting that Lambo had been the reason they'd been caught, as Gamma started walking down the hallway, whistling. "Time for twerps to their beds."
E/n: And i'm just saying, as the one who was always the leader in her childhood nerf raids, it is most definitely never the leaders fault.