Skidding to a stop in an empty room, you feel your legs buckle under your own weight out of pure exhaustion and as a result, you fall over, leaning on a table to keep yourself upright. Panting and trying to get yourself together, you hear a voice call out from further in the room.

"Yeesh, you're so dramatic! You act like you haven't ran a single day in your life--like, how pathetic can ya be?"

Dandy. You swear hearing his voice alone makes you wanna punch him, especially when he's doing stuff like this. Popping up in the middle of your runs to ridicule you like a child, it's just frustrating. Slowly, you turn your head to see him, your eyes narrowing as you see that smirk on his face.

"Aye, don't gimme all that! I'm just statin' the obvious, why are ya gettin' so worked up, eh?" he adds, clearly taking your anger as some sort of joke. "Besides, we haven't even gotten to the fun stuff!"

Geez, can this flower get any more irritating..