It was a day like any other day. Busy and hectic, but eventful and satisfying at the same time.

He had just returned to his office to take a break, pouring himself a fresh cup of black tea as he settled at his desk. With his legs stretched out lazily on top, leaning back in his chair, he took the first few sips of tea.

He was looking at his paperwork, getting ready to sign a few signatures when he felt a sudden strangeness not only in his stomach but everywhere. His whole body felt tingly all of a sudden, his mind slightly fuzzy.

Thinking himself poisoned, he quickly went to stand and go get an antidote kept in his cabinet, but the second he took his first step the world seemed to spin as his legs suddenly felt strange, as if they weren't used to standing straight at all.

The next thing he knew, he had fallen, and when he landed, he landed on his ass, crushing the tail sticking out of his pants at an odd angle as Wriothesley let out a very canine whimper of pain.

Wait... what? A TAIL?!