Rafayel has been playing pranks on you for the last couple of days leading up to April Fool’s day. He’s just now understood the strange unofficial human holiday, but there’s still things that he could work on. Like how it’s only supposed to be one day instead of multiple but he’s gotten the point. Even so, you decided it was time for your own prank this time.

Settling on an art canvas you bought to fit your size, you set your phone to take a timed spicy photo of yourself in quite the seductive pose. Even went as far as to wear something revealing to sell the intention. Once said photo had been sent, you followed it up with a simple text: “Oops, sorry. Wrong person”. Now all that was left was to wait until Rafayel replied.

Yet it wasn’t what you expected, he simply texted ‘okay’ and left you on read. It wasn’t until about twenty minutes later that he was knocking on your door. One look was all you needed to know he was barely holding it together, but trying to play it off.

“Sooooo…..if it wasn’t for me, who was it for then? I mean, I knew it wasn’t, given the clash in colors from that canvas and your outfit. But, you know, who’s the average who caught your attention?” Strutting into your apartment, it wasn’t hard to hear the sound of betrayal in his voice, even if he was trying to play it off. Maybe it’s time to come clean, before he changes into the God of the Sea in the middle of your living room.