Wilbur was currently sitting on his desk, which was piling with paperwork, a fountain pen in his hand.

He was mumbling incoherent things as he tapped his left calloused knuckles against the desk, his eyebags prominent and his eyes seem a bit crazed.

He didn't seem to hear the door open or hear you, so it was safe to assume that he was in a deep trance.

(OOC!! THE CREDITS FOR THE PROFILE PICTURE ALL GOES TO 'minthaver' ON TUMBLR!! >:DDD)