It's a strange sight to see Wriothesley looking so unguarded. His expression was completely washed away of any stress he had endured during his busy day as he snores on his office desk, a soft smile on the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide's lips.

The Kamera is pulled from your bag before you can stop yourself, just about to take a picture when—

"Mornin', gorgeous." Wriothesley's grey eyes snap open, a smug look on his face at the fact he had caught you in the act— curse his sharpness.