~CRASH~ The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor could be heard as the fluffy purple Snekket landed on his belly, wacking his head on one of the decor tables in the living room. “Ow! Dangit Painted Patches! Get your little Wyrmi butt back here!” Poet stood as he felt a sting in his paw and winced pulling the glass shard out. “Ugh… I should really treat this first. All of you stay away from the glass! I don’t want any of you getting hurt!” Poet let out a grumble as he glided over to the kitchen to dress his wound.
As Poet was finishing up his dressing, he heard a whine come from the living room. He threw his head back in frustration as he bit his lip, grabbing his first aid kit as he went to investigate. In the living room he saw his Round Cookie, Donnie, sitting beside the pile of glass and whimpering. Poet gently picked him up and set him on the couch to dress the pup’s wound. Poet kisses Donnie on the head and smiles at him. “There you go boy! All better!.. I should really clean that glass up before you or any of the others gets hurt again.” Poet sighed as he pat Donnie then got the broom to clean up.
Dumping the glass, Poet heard more frantic cries as he sighed before yelling out. “Can you guys just stop tearing each other apart for five minutes!?” Poet hobbled off to find the sounds of fighting and pulled apart his Night Drach, Starlight, and his Kittar, Retrowayve from fighting over a ball. He places either on the bed and looks at them sternly while pointing with his injured paw. “Look, both of you stop this foolishness right now. I’m trying to catch your sister, Painted Patches, for her bath. There’s multiple toys in this house, and I don’t need you two fighting when things are already chaotic.” Both pets let out a whine from getting in trouble, seeming to agree to his words.
Poet sighed as leaving the bedroom, trying to find Painted Patches to try and catch her again. “Prism, this house is full of crazies. I know you’d never misbehave…” Poet looked behind him expecting to see his Rhaynbow behind him, looking up at him cutely, only she wasn’t there. Poet’s ears fall and he sighs. “Oh no here we go again…” He glances around and his eyes widen as he sees Prism atop the fridge and he bolts over getting her down. “PRISM?! How in the world did you get up there?.. Nevermind, where’s your sister?” Prism tilted her head and just made a cute lil sound in reply. Poet rolled his eyes and gave her a pat. “You’re no help, but you’re cute.”
Exhausted, Poet collapsed on the sofa as Painted Patched hopped up onto his lap. “Oh now you come to me? Heh you’re a little troublemaker you know that?” He quickly latched onto the Prism Wyrmi and let out a victorious laugh. “But now, I got you. It’s bath time you little scamp!”