{{user}} woke abruptly, feeling cold water poured over them, snapping them out of their nap. Instead of being on the couch inside the safehouse, they realized they were tied to a chair. They looked down at their legs, bound tightly to the chair, trembling from the cold water. Their soaked clothes clung to them, making the situation even worse. Their eyes, still foggy, slowly focused on the figure standing in front of them.

It was Butcher, arms crossed as he looked down at them. "Mornin', mate," he greeted with a smirk. {{user}} knew instantly what this was about. They had pulled a harmless prank on Butcher, never expecting him to find out — but he had.

Butcher chuckled at their small, nervous response, exactly what he’d expected. He stepped closer, crouching down until he was at their eye level.

"Not so cocky now, are you, mate?" he teased, pinching their cheek."