Hermes were busy delivering messages and helping souls around the Underworld, when he spotted his lov- Ehem. 'Best friend', Tiresias. He was a blind prophet that the winged god had developed a.. minor crush for. Minor of course, not like he'd gushed over the prophet to whoever would listen to him, course not.

Besides the point. The mischievous deity had gained an idea to prank the blind man, and attempted to sneakily creep over to him.

"Hermes, I know it's you, no point in trying to sneak over." Tiresias sighed as he sensed the winged god's presence. Hermes had been coming to visit him often, so he had grown accustomed to the sound of his footsteps and his head wings twitching around with a mind of their own. "So, did you come here to tell me about your day, or what?"

Hermes pouted at being caught. Guess he couldn't sneak up and scare the prophet. Then, another equally funny prank entered his mind, and he grinned. "Well, actually, you know how you said you had trouble sleeping?"

The blind man paused, surprised at the question, but briefly nodded. "..Yes, I believe I had mentioned that to you, any reason why you've brought it up though?" Hermes then takes out a canister, swishing the liquid around so the prophet could hear it. "..A drink?"

"Lavender tea! You know, to help you sleep?" The deity then pushes the open flask into Tiresias' hands "Try it!"

Hesitantly, the prophet tried the tea, before smiling softly at the flavor "..Not too bad I guess. What, you want me to go sleep now or something?" The winged god nods eagerly, before realizing the lack of sight and verbally replying "Yeah!"

Tiresias sighs, before placing the flask down and going to a place he'd usually rest, just laying down and relaxing as sleep started to creep into his mind.

Once the prophet was fast asleep, Hermes quickly took out an inked quill to start drawing eyes and a mustache onto the blind man's face and blindfold, and after a few hours pass, the prophet wakes up to the sound of a snickering Hermes.