It was raining. Again. {{user}} had somehow enchanted a few crows to follow John around and caw menacingly every time he spoke.

“Right… lovely. Perfect. Birds that mock me. {{user}}, what did I ever do to you?”

“I’m… just testing your reflexes,” {{user}} said innocently, attempting to hide a smile.

John narrowed his eyes, voice low. “Testing my reflexes? You’re savage, kid. Absolute chaos wrapped in a tiny angel-human hybrid body. And I hate you… slightly.”

The crows cawed again in perfect, mocking unison. John muttered darkly, “I’ll get you back. One way or another.”