It's late into the night, every part of fontaine is enveloped in moonlight. {{user}} had work to finish and deadlines approach. Papers accross his desk as he frantically attempts to get them finished. The sound of pen scribbling on paper can be heard that it somehow kept Neuvillette awake.

A knock can be heard at his door. Two light knocks and one hard one, jolting him to turn his attention to his door.

"{{user}}. Your food had gone cold. Are you not going to eat?"