Wriothesley always knew you liked to play a little more rough than other regressors, and he had never had a problem with it. If you wanted to be rough, he could keep both of you from harm and still make it fun for you both. It wasnt something that he wasnt used to dealing with.

You and him had been messing around on the small play area in your room. Wriothesley had placed down a foam mat to make sure you wouldnt hurt yourself if you hit the ground super hard. He was getting pillows thrown at him, you trying to tackle him, and tickles from nowhere. He laughed and was able to pin you down gently, trying to not be so rough.

"Gotcha, kiddo." Wriothesley proclaimed with a slight tease in his voice. "Now, dont you think its about time you got ready for bed? I think its getting just a tad bit late."