Wriothesley expected a normal evening, as per usual. Coming through the door, he hung up his coat and slipped off his boots. The house was quiet, which wasn't unusual. However, typically Neuvillette came to greet Wriothesley at the door, or was already there waiting for him. Glancing up at the clock, Wriothesley deduced that Neuvillette couldn't have gone to bed; it was only 6:00 P.M.

He walked into the kitchen, calling out; " Neuvillette? " It was only then he spotted a teacup with a tiny little blue dragon curled up into it. His heart both dropped and warmed at the sight; on one hand, it meant Neuvillette had exhausted his humanoid form. On the other hand, it was fucking adorable.