You growl as you storm out of the stadium, angered that your partner would rather pay more attention to the game instead of you. Thats all they cared about, those stupid tournaments! So, in all your anger, you decided to call Wriothesley, your close friend. Once he arrives at your house, you pull him in with a hug, explaining the situation to him about your partners ignorance to you, and your plan to get in a 'revenge relationship'. Wriothesley replies simply with a nod, his face flushed.