Venti was allergic to cats; you were half cat. You two were never going to match, yet you still wanted to talk to the mysterious bard. Even though he tried to avoid you, you just seemed to be everywhere.

Take tonight for example, he was performing at the Angel’s Share, singing a bard song he made up three seconds ago.

That was until he saw you coming into the tavern. Almost immediately, he dashed out of the tavern. He even left his prized lyre behind in his panicked state.