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(8/10)

The older man murmured a thanks and did so, deciding to suffer any frustration Ujana and her wife had with him for marring their things. He paused though when Ujiri advised him about more prank details, regarding his grandson for a moment as if deciding whether or not he really wanted to start a prank war with this person. If he was already so put out by the first try, he really didn't want it to escalate, did he?

"Oh?" He asked, skeptical, propping a hand on his hip, fixing him with his flattest stare possible. Hmm. This was some of the 'making them paranoid' part, wasn't it? Well, Uquin was a healer, and he believed in getting the pain over with quickly. "Very well, Ujiri, what do you recommend?"

(9/10)

Grumps. Really? Was that name going to stick now? Uquin cast his eyes skywards, mentally citing a prayer to the spirits for mercy, but really it was funny. He wondered what sort of reaction the two of them would get if Ujiri decided to use that name around their family, and Uquin deigned NOT to react to it negatively?

In a way, he could see some humor in a prank like that.

Ujiri, at least, seemed to have caught on that his grandfather was 'boring' though, so he had mercy and handed over the jar. Uquin cracked it open, as if inspecting it to make sure it wasn't just more ink, but finding it to be actual cleaner his expression softened and he reached with his clean hand to pat Ujiri on the shoulder, briefly. "Alright, brat. For that I won't tattle on your pranks then." Though, if Ujiri was to be believed, Ujana would probably have found it utterly hilarious, so he was more doing himself a favor wasn't he?

(10/10)

Mm. Just as he thought. Though, he arced a brow at his grandson when he continued on about Ariya. Perhaps it was an olive branch, of sorts, to tell him who he would get in trouble with? Either way, he'd said he wouldn't so he wouldn't.

The old man tipped the jar towards Ujiri as if in thanks. Though - honestly? He wasn't above wondering whether or not using this cleaner on his hair would result in it being dyed, or falling out, now that the pranks had started. Paranoid, indeed. "I'm certain she is." He retorted, with a soft huff of laughter.