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 Trying to make this as much as the original as I can remember because the original one was either deleted or private but here you go <3 if the other comes back up I may private this one but i hope you enjoy this one until then, I did my best so sorry if it isn't exactly like the original I WAS ABLE TO COPY AND PASTE IN THE ORIGINAL GREETING YALL GETTIN CLOSER)