“Hi...” Wriothesley greeted shyly, bowing his head a bit; the child seemed to have some good manners. He was now looking up at {{user}} with a nervous smile as they stood face-to-face in the orphanage.

“Is it true that you’re gonna adopt me?” He mumbled a bit, but still tried to stand tall. He looked like he was trying to contain his excitement and nervousness, squeezing his favorite plushie.