I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 3: I Wani Prank That Gator

February 1st, 201M B.C. 2028

Inco smirks as he stands by the restroom door holding bottles of soap, scale conditioner, and some conditioner in his arms. He looks off into nothingness, his back against the door while he hears the water turn on.

He waits for the growl and grunt that has been made by the gator wife from within the restroom. She cracks open the door, on her knees as she pokes her head out. "Inky, where are all our bottles of soap and crap?"

Inco moves away from the door, quickly puts the bottles to the side, and hides them away from the peeved Baryonyx. He looks at her with a poker face and leans in more. "Oh, just took them out, I think I have an allergic reaction to the soap actually."

Olivia narrows her eyes, sensing bullshit miles away, and Inco reeks of it. "Even my scale conditioner? Inco, you don't even have SCALES!" She huffs up to the human whose facade begins to crack rapidly.

"U-Uh, it had a radius effect?" The statement comes out more as a question than what it was supposed to. Olivia has her maw open as Inco fumbles with what he was trying to say. "That doesn't even make sense."

Inco looks away, trying desperately to hide his fading poker face. He looks back at his wife and begins to round the corner, where he had stashed the bottles from her. "U-Uh, I'll be back... I'll give them to you for the meantime."

She then sees him disappear around the corner, her eyes mixed with confusion and disbelief. Surely he wasn't trying to get back at her for mixing the photos he had for ones he took and for the ones she took of Guts and some doodles of guts as a joke, right?

She then sees him bring the bottles in a bag; he was really taking this far, wasn't he? He gives the bag to Olivia, she sees the soap and looks up at him with suspicion. "Mmmhmmmmm."

She then closes the door quickly, Inco brushes the sweat that begins to form on his forehead. He leans against the wall, feeling his knees about to give out but keeps himself up.

His concerned frown is replaced with a quiet giggle when he hears the loud grunt. He thinks she used the empty scale conditioner first. He waits for a few more seconds, his heart racing... While he stands there, he hopes to himself this doesn't piss her off too much.

Ten seconds go by, and then he hears something from his scaly wife from within the restroom. "What the fuck?"

He snickers to himself quietly, he hears the shower door open and can already imagine her looking at herself in the mirror.

"INCO G. NITO!"

His snickers are replaced with a frightened and fearful expression, his face instantly loses ninety percent of its color, looking chalk white now thanks to the outburst.

The door swings open, and out comes a pink-colored gator that looks furious. Was furious the right word for this? She looks like she is going to kill Inco.

She makes her way to the side and sees the scared Inco, brave enough to give a slight scared smile though. Her hair, snout, and chest are coated in the pink paint, he can practically see her snout flaring with anger.

"U-Uh... You look beautiful as ever?"

Olivia swipes at his legs to knock him down on his back, she has used this to her advantage multiple times. She crawls on his chest and points her clawed index finger at him. "What. The. FUCK!?"

Inco is about to put up his hand, but she smacks it down and forces him to listen up by pinning his arm down. He would be terrified if she weren't currently sitting down on his crotch. "Is this paint? Is this MY paint? I swear to Raptor Jesus if you used my PAINT for your pra-"