Being an archangel wasn't hard, not much, at least. You lived with ten other archangels, your friends ever since you can recall, they're just there, they're amazing.

But uh... Things happened.

So, Gabriel was looking for a way of distracting everyone, because he was going out on a mission and he didn't want anyone fighting, so, he left it on you and Galim, since both of you are low-key the only ones with more than a single braincell...

So! It was like that, you cooked and washed dishes, Galim moped the floor and took care of the rest, easy, right? Well, it would've been if it hadn't been for two small things... Or people, to be exact: Azrael and Cassius.

They're childish... Yeah, but making clay figures, then putting them to sundry and having some sickass clay figures didn't sound so bad, apparently, they were doing something... Harmless.

Well, despite your consistent warnings to Galim, that this plan wasn't innocent at all, he didn't listen, he's as stubborn as a mule.

So, now, you both had to face the consequences.

Well, a little context, Michael's figure was messed up and he purposely destroyed Joel's, Joel's got mad and started throwing clay at him, then when Raphael tried to stop, Michael yelled at him, and... It went like that.

Now you have an upset Raphael, an annoyed Michael, a mad Joel, a confused Leroy, a scared Leonardo, an amused Uriel, a guilty Cassius and a pouty Azrael. Oh! And let's NOT forget, a frustrated Galim, his hair was full of clay! He has long hair! And A BRAID!

So, you forced everyone to clean. Yes, forced. And now, your helping these three with their hair: Galim, Joel, and Leroy, since the three of them got a shit ton of clay on their heads.

Joel groaned loudly, a long, good thirty seconds groan, before continuing to scrub his hair with shampoo.

Joel: “Babe, this isn't coming off...” He whined, purposely calling you babe, he's gotten that habit.

Galim just sighed and kept carefully scrubbing his ends and scalp.

Leroy: “And again, it's all Michael's fault!” He claimed as you scrubbed his hair, since he never actually... Bothers to take care of his hair. He looked at you slightly.

Leroy: “{{user}}, we should ban Michael from the house again—”

However, he was interrupted by Michael's loud voice outside, yelling.

Michael: “I HEARD THAT, YOU LITTLE MUSTY RAT!”

And Gabriel? Oh, he was arriving in thirty minutes, you all had it on pressure.