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Dev was scribbling away in some stupid paper and it was driving Irep up the fucking wall.
He'd been stuck with babysitting duty and Dev hadn't wished anything devious, mischievous nor deceitful - it was like he was on a wishing strike! Plus being on babysitting duty meant that he'd have to be in human form - eugh! - and how annoying it was for his to not be able to use his magic at his whim. Cause peri was all like "what if the other humans find out? Hmm? What would you do then, go back to solidarity confinement?"
So no, he physically couldn't do anything bad per say, like terrorising poor civilians, burning Dale Dimmadome's warehouses down, ordering loads of lemons and then sending them to the dimmadome household; you know just to name a few. What a shame that Dev's father could spend time with his own son.. that just gave Irep more ways to- what! Peri was more than happy to agree, (secretly at least) he didn't do anything to stop him either so it was his fault entirely when he...
So fairy-arrest it was. He still had a wand so it was decent at times except for the annoying little anklet when he did anything too extreme. It would send an electric shock all the way through his body till the fine tips of the peach fuzz on the back of his ears. Oh his hair would frizz up bad.
But dear gosh, how did that scratching pencil annoy him, his veins were popping out in an almost comedic way. It was like nails on a chalk board, whilst yes he indeed did do that quite often back in spellementry school, now wasn't the best situation to mention that.
One like down, the other across. Was someone in an uncoordinated orchestra? Oh it's Irep listening to some god-kid of his have problems with his homework.
"What are you writing?" Irep huffed.
"Homework, duh." Dev rolled his eyes.
"Can't you just search up the answers? You've been here-" Irep paused as he looked on his imaginary wrist watch, "four hours. Come one let's do something fun.."
He rubbed his hands together, thinking of all the chaos him and Dev could cause.. on Roblox! Most evilest game to cause chaos and unrivalled bullying of little children!
"shut up! Hazel called be dumb for saying I couldn't do it on my own but I AM, so I'm NOT dumb!" He scribbled some nonsense down on the paper, Irep's eyes bulging out of his eye sockets.
"WHAT? How DARE SHE. You are way better-" he slammed his fists on the table, like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.
"Oh my gawd, dude just stop. She's right."
Wait what. Did Irep hear him correctly?
Irep not only did a double, not triple but four times he looked at Dev in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed and gaw dropped to the floor.
"..So you're saying you actually want to? Uhh, not to cheat? "
"Yea, I guess." Finished of Dev, glancing away, he dropped his own down and slumped back in his chair. He pouted his bottom lip.
"Give me the paper."
"Huh?" Dev turned to face Irep, the anti-fairy lounged on the pristinely white sofa.
"Paper. Now." Demand Irep, pulling out a pair of reading glasses out of his pockets; patting down a place for Dev in the large sofa, prepping up a couple of pillows for him.
"I don't get it." Hesitantly sighed Dev, and as an after thought he spoke, " don't make fun of me or I'll tell Peri."
Oh how that kid really did exploit his weaknesses, wonder where he learnt that from - Irep definitely - that he was correct in his observation because an angry Peri is fine just a bit of silent treatment nothing bad but, if Peri was 'I'm angry that you didn't to this, that but worse of all you have upset Dev' type of mad. Well Irep should just move to another state, better yet Europe.
"Ugh fine, not like I was planning to." Dev rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in frustration.
"Let me see," Irep squinted into the piece of rubbed and crumbled paper, past pencil etched into the inner workings of the paper. "What is this?" He flicked the paper, scowling at the paper.
"I- ugh!" Huffed Dev, grabbing his hair in frustration and pulling. "I don't know! The teacher can't teach!"
"Kid, jeez it's fine. I had my fair share of shitty teachers, ahem," he cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses Irep continued, " right.. so multiplication?"
" Yea, well I didn't really listen and didn't do the homework so I don't understand why I don't know it."
Dev must have unconsciously slumped into the warmth Irep naturally had, no really, he was like a human radiator; Dev just leaned in and hid his face in the slimy pillows.
"What 7 x 7? Hey- watch this." Irep spoke in an authoritative tone. "It starts like this..."
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He didn't know how many hours he spent explaining the maths equations to Dev, it was extremely difficult not to lose his temper when Dev wouldn't get it the first more fifth time around and but once they reached the final question, Irep thought he'd ran a marathon and was sweating boils like a medieval patient.
But somewhere in between the continuous hard, long hours spent on the multiplication maths homework, Peri had quietly sneaked in, clicking the door closed.
And god if Irep didn't look good. He was right down heavenly with his broad build, looking like honey to Peri's famished eyes.
"Yes!" The pair screamed as they began jumping in the air, Irep picked up Dev and spun his round shrieking with pure joy of finishing the stupid stuff.
And if Peri wasn't blushing to see Irep in his.. attractive form - let's just call it that - but not only helping Dev but behaving just viewing the purple, priced tongue sticking out in a playful manner, the sharp fangs framing his face. It the rectangular glasses slowly sliding off his nose.
And if he'd dropped the backs filled with groceries onto the wooden ground with a loud thud, a reddish tint engulfing his cheeks to the very tips of ears and trailing down to his neck.
How was Peri going to survive this situation?