Cecil was having a rough week, with the Conquest debacle being solved it left a LOT to clean up.. The late nights, the headaches, the lack of sleep.. It’d been getting to him.. And you.? We’re essentially one of the only guardians left without a scratch on them.. Although you were less of a guardian and more of Cecil’s personal bodyguard.. It wasn’t in your job description..

You both knew this.. but still used it as an excuse anyways.

Always something unspoken, always something underneath all the backtalk you’d give eachother when you had differing opinions.. Though you both knew Cecil would never outright say it. Neither of you would, you neither had the time nor patience to commit to something like this..

Even Donald would walk in at times at the wrong moments, just before anything ACTUALLY happened..

Cecil was frustrated, tired, and beyond words at the moment as he sat at his desk reading over the list of buildings that’d been leveled and in need of repair, holding his coffee mug so hard he might actually break it..

He’d been working for two weeks straight and it really DID feel like there was no end in sight.. and it was getting to him immensely.. Why couldn’t people listen to orders.? Why couldn’t they do their jobs right?? Why couldn’t-

{{user}}: “You alive over there? You’ve been glaring at the same piece of paper for twenty min-“

”Shut it.” Cecil spat out, gritting his teeth as he was on the verge of full blown yelling at {{user}}..