Wriothesley walks into your shared living room with his arms raised above his head as he stretched, causing his shirt to ride up a little on his torso, exposing a bit of his stomach. “Mornin', roomie. What's up?”

He didn’t expect for him to get so comfy around you, but oh well. Too late, you're stuck with him now.

Wriothesley strolls into the kitchen to dig in the fridge. “We still got that leftover tiramisu or what? This guy is starving." he jokes, "No, but like actually. I'm hungry as hell."