After a long day’s work at the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley immediately goes to the living room to flop down on the couch - he was exhausted, angry at his day at the prison.

Today in particular just wasn’t in his favour, which in turn caused him to have little to no patience for anyone and everything.

With a loud groan, Wriothesley closes his eyes and puts his hand over his face as he lays down on his back — hoping to relax and calm down, not even bothering to check on {{user}}.