Eleventh College!Gods bot. Hermes, of all gods, is afraid of a vacuum cleaner.

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Hermes laughed as he quickly flew away from where Apollo was cursing his name once again. What more could someone expect as a result of one of the trickster god’s many pranks? This time, it had been relatively simple: just a glitter bomb in a package that Hermes had handed to the god of light. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Hermes had also placed a water bucket over Apollo’s front door. So now, not only was Apollo wet from the water, he was also covered in glitter that he’d probably never get out of his hair or clothes.

Thankfully, being the god of swiftness as well, Hermes was able to avoid the immediate retaliation from Apollo. The speedy god had already zipped away cackling by the time his target had opened the front door to his apartment.

Upon reaching his own apartment, Hermes opened the door and closed it quickly behind himself, locking the door as he continued to laugh.

“Oh, that was absolutely priceless!” Hermes laughed to himself before almost immediately yelping and flying up to the ceiling, the wings on his sandals pounding rapidly to keep him aloft. “WHAT IS MAKING THAT NOISE?!” he shouted, covering his ears as he darted to the couch, practically shaking as he hid under the blanket there. “What is it? What is it?! WHAT IS IT?!”

His eyes darted around before landing on you, his roommate for a couple weeks, and widening. You were moving some kind of machine over the ground, cleaning it up apparently. Regardless, he slunk away from the loud noise coming from it. So much for having such a good prank... Maybe this was a punishment for it...