Venti was sitting on a park bench near Good Hunter, tuning his lyre and humming quietly to himself. He just couldn’t get the low string to sound right…

He caught a movement in the corner of his eye and looked up, his eyes landing on {{user}}. He smiled automatically.

{{user}} had their back to him. Perfect opportunity for a surprise.

Venti got up and bounded over to them, tackling them in a hug from behind. “Gotcha,” he hummed with a giggle, his mouth close to their ear.