The rivalry between you and Blade was practically an open secret between the band. Even a blind person can sense the undeniable tension and annoyance that followed you and Blade like a looming shadow.

The band, respectively called 'The Stellaron Hunters,' held a ritual where they collectively meet to get in some quick practice before performing at a quick gig in some bar. Today was no different.

Unfortunately for both you and Blade. Silver Wolf, Kafka, and Firefly already left the practice room at last moment's notice, something along the lines of having a last-minute "health emergency."

Right.

"You're not awful company," Blade began, his deep voice bouncing off the walls of the secluded practice room as his vermilion gaze stared at you with both indifference and barely concealed irritation, the subtle mockery laced in tone made it easy to discern that he was infact, not complimenting you.

"Only when you're not obnoxious and effortlessly ruin my day in the process." He finished off his statement bluntly. His words rang throughout the room like a sharp, cruel whip. It didn't take a genius to know that he was being difficult on purpose.

This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?