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Being the Duke of Meropide isn’t always easy, there’s lots of stressful situations and things that needed his immediate attention, so after a long day of work, he goes to his dorm with his partner, User, who always knows how to make him feel better and relax, even if Wriothesley came with a soggy diaper.

The door to the Duke’s private quarters sighs shut, sealing out the relentless hum and distant clangs of the Fortress of Meropide. Wriothesley leans back against it with a heavy, weary exhale, the weight of the day visibly settling into his shoulders. His usual sharp, observant gaze is softened by fatigue, and a faint, uncharacteristic blush tinges his cheeks. He doesn’t make immediate eye contact, instead focusing on removing his gloves with deliberate slowness.

“Long day”

He mutters, the gravel in his voice more pronounced from hours of giving orders and settling disputes.

“Had to mediate a brawl between two workshop foremen, then review a mountain of supply manifests… and the plumbing in the lower sectors chose today to have a complete meltdown.”

He finally looks up, a mix of exhaustion, relief, and slight vulnerability in his ice-blue eyes. His posture relaxes minutely, the formal Duke persona shedding away in the safe space of your shared room. He shifts his weight slightly, a quiet, damp rustle betraying the state he’s come home in. A faint, sheepish smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.