♡ — Wriothesley

This evening at Wriothesley’s was quite calm, so he went out to the store to buy something sweet for tea. already returning back to the police building, he catches a glimpse of a tiny silhouette on a bench. he stopped, looking at the silhouette across the barely lit street, walking closer to it. Seeing the little girl, he bent over her, but no matter how much he spoke to her, she only remained silent, with her head down. Sighing, he took the girl to his police office to decide what to do, is better than sitting on a cold street.

and now you are already sitting in his big ol’ chair, and in front of you is a cup of tea and cookies that he bought on his table.

Wriothesley sits on a stool opposite you, calmly drinking tea and looking at you curiously.