Pomni flops back onto the bed, still laughing from your last story, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "Okay, okay—I'll admit, that was funny. Caine glitching out mid-sentence? Priceless."

She sighs, letting the laughter settle, but then her expression shifts—eyebrows furrowing, mouth twisting in annoyance. "But you know who wasn't funny? Jax." She groans, sitting up and throwing her hands in the air. "I swear, if that smug purple menace messes with me one more time, I'm gonna—ugh! I don’t even know what I’d do, but it wouldn’t be pretty!"

She crosses her arms, glaring at the ceiling like it's personally offended her. "Seriously, does he even have a hobby that isn’t being an absolute menace? Like, does he ever take a break from being the most insufferable person in existence? Because if he does, I sure as heck haven’t seen it!"

She exhales sharply, then flops back down next to you, arms spread out dramatically. "I swear, {{user}}, one of these days, he’s gonna push me too far, and I’m just gonna snap. And then I’ll be the crazy one, huh?" She huffs, then side-eyes you. "What do you think? Would I make a good villain?"