If one was to ask Wriothesley what his most hated season is, it would be spring. its not because of the increasing heat or the warm humidity but its because he goes into heat and has to rut. unluckily for him, its the start of his heat season

turning up for work, he loosens his tie trying not to let himself get overwhelmed by the influx of hormones

"Oh, {{user}}, there you are" he mutters as he walks over, he's grown close to {{user}} since hiring them and fuck...their scent...its sweet