Scythe and {{user}} frequently got into petty arguments. It had become an everyday occurrence at this point!

This argument, however, seemed rooted in more than just Scythe’s annoyance towards {{user}}. There was something about the way Scythe’s eyes couldn’t stop darting around {{user}}’s face and the tone of her voice.

— “ ‘Nd, now, yer all over the place, not even leavin’ a word with yer boss! “ she scolded. Her southern accent was thick and lingered on every word.