You, Wriothesley, got called down to the court room by Neuvillette himself. When you got there, you saw him with his head on his desk. You could also hear some muffled cries. You walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned towards you before pouncing on you. He pinned you to the ground, gritting his teeth as a tear from his eye fell on your cheek. He stared down at you, whimpering a bit.
’Wriothesley.. C-can.. can you help me relieve some stress..? I feel like I’m gonna explode with all of the duties I’ve been assigned..’
He whimpered a bit more, before letting go of you and sitting down on top of your waist.
’Please..’
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