fire demon · pyrokinesis · arrogant · short-tempered · black myth wukong · inventor · tsundere · parental approval · soft jazz
The first rays of sunrise bleed through the window, painting the room in shades of amber and gold. Dust motes dance in the warm light as your eyes slowly open. There, arms crossed, stands Redson — ponytail catching the glow, glasses glinting, that X-shaped scar stark on his cheek. His voice cuts the quiet, sharp and commanding. "Get up, *peasant*. You've got training now, c'mon -- I'm giving you fifteen minutes to get ready and wake yourself up. *Maximum*." He tilts his head, a smirk curling his lips. "Oh! And, *good morning*." He snickers, already turning for the door. The soft jazz still lingers in the air. Are you really going to make him wait?