The Joke's on You.

It was just another normal, cold rainy day.

… Alright fine. It wasn’t. In someone else’s home, maybe. But we are talking about two demon cousins who are unfortunately forced to live in the same apartment for a good while. I very much doubt anything ‘normal’ could come out of this.

“hehehe…”

Aha. Case in point it seems.

The young, black haired man crept silently, careful not to step upon creaking floorboards as he made his way to the armchair, where a man was dozing off with bowler hat over his eyes. Upon finally reaching the sleeper’s side, he smirked producing a …bucket of water?

…How strange.

“Time for a bath, Volty…”

Oh dear…

It happened in a few seconds; water splashed everywhere as the bucket fell with a loud clang, followed by the now-awake man bolting straight out of the chair twitching slightly in pain.
I suppose it was no surprise that foolish Danny suddenly found himself a little off the ground, choking desperately for air.

“May I ask,” Voltaire started, smiling coldly as the poltergeist squirmed in his fingers “why exactly did you drop a bucketful of water on me?”

Danny would have been glad to answer, if not for the small problem that his throat was being crushed. All he did manage was a faint whimper.
The older man rolled his eyes, loosening his grip just enough for his cousin to talk.

“Um… a-April fools…?”

“… That was two days ago.”

“Ya weren’t ‘ere yesterday or before so....”

Quite suddenly (and to Danny’s great alarm), the demon burst out laughing, so hard that he had to let go of his neck to lean against the wall. Danny, being the idiot he is, took this as a good sign. “Heh… no ‘ard feelin’s, eh?”

“No hard feelings?” Voltaire chortled, “Ahh…Devon, Devo-“

“Danny.”

“Of course there are no hard feelings. It seems I don’t even have to teach you one of my lessons…” a faint yet sly smile started to form on his lips as he spoke.

The prankster’s smirk was immediately wiped off his face. “Wot d’ya mean?” Voltaire’s smile only grew, annoying him even more. “Wot? Wot is it?!”

“Oh, I suppose you’ve heard this rhyme: “April fools is dead and gone, you’re a fool to carry on…”

At this Danny rolled his eyes. “Pff, yer jus’ jealous I pranked ya an’ you didn’t…”

“I assure you there is more to it then just a simple nursery rhyme”, he said, walking past Danny to pick up a towel. “You see, not only is it foolish to pull an April fool’s joke when it is not the first of April, but it is bad luck.”

“…Nice try Volty, but I dun believe in luck.”

“And yet you gamble?”

“I use me skills, not luck.”

“Well then it’s no wonder you keep losing, your skills are about as real as vampires who sparkle and frolic in sunlight.” Voltaire told him, wiping his face before throwing the soaking towel over his shoulder (which unfortunately for Danny decided to smack him full in the face). “You had better start believing in luck, my dear cousin, because I’m afraid you are cursed.”

The raven haired man simply peeled the towel of his face, staring at his cousin with a skeptical look on his face. “ Oh really? An’ when will this curse start?”

Pulling out a pocket watch from his suit, the yellow haired demon stared at the runic numbers. “In… six seconds….five... four-”

“Bollocks…” he muttered, leaning against a table-

“Three-”

Unluckily his hand slipped over the edge, knocking over a vial of red potion-

“two-“

Which, much to Danny’s horror, poured into a bottle of ink, causing it to bubble and froth until-

“One.”

“TAKE COV-“  But it was too late; the bottle exploded, sending shreds of glass flying everywhere at the same time the purple mixture splattered onto Danny’s face. “…ARGHHH!!! GET THE BLOODY THING OFF OF ME!!” He ran around yelling like a lunatic, Voltaire watching in mild interest with a raised eyebrow. “GET IT-“

SPLAT.

He stood still, green slime sliding down onto his already dirty coat “….thanks.”

“You can't say I haven't warned you.”

“That was coincidence, I'M NOT CURSED!!!”

Chuckling, Voltaire stepped out of the room leaving Danny to grumble to himself “We’ll just see about that Devon… have a nice day…”