"Don't think too hard about it. Lets just say I had to get a little.... creative."

"......magic."

"....can't say I never warned you, Neuvillette."

. . . . . . . .

"....what?"

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(Not a WORD Neuvillette) "....what?"

// why does Drunksley do anything? 😂

// not that it's made better, just at least it's understandable lmfao 😂

Wriothesley DID have something half finished in his office back in the Fortress, but given the time of year and the... conversation he'd had with @oceaniimperium.bsky.social before he disappeared into the void again, he's been struggling to focus enough to finish it. What he has finished, is~

Ah, there it was. The truth beneath everything he's been trying to get to since 002 first landed in his lap in the Fortress. Wriothesley is quiet for a time, studying the younger's demeanour and debating how best to handle this for a moment before he finally sighs. "...it's about time I got~

Wriothesley again can't stop the deadpan from settling on his face, closing his eyes to refrain from rolling them before he glances skyward as though looking for strength. Then he's looking back to 002. "...stop breaking into my prison. Stop trying to get yourself arrested. If you want to see me,~

....sigh. He will give Neuvillette credit for trying at least. ".........I can't promise a small, tedious task is gonna keep me sane but I'll let you know if it does anything for me."

God help him. "Okay, what? WHAT would you have me do with my hands then, huh? Cause I can think of a few things and they all just lead me to a very frustrating night."

"No, I'd say that was normal protocol because you were released from my prison. Generally speaking, people try to break OUT of prison, not into it, but apparently you didn't get that memo. That aside, there is a REASON I'm called Duke Incognito. You don't see me unless I want you to, and I don't."

"It's not my hands I'm worried about."

"You do if you're trying to cut me off like that. I use it to cope, I already know it's a problem but you can't just cut me off cold turkey." Is he being a LITTLE dramatic? Probably. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Squinting right at you Neuvillette. "Why do you hate me?"

You know what, he has had enough of sobriety, it is time to be drunk until the first of May arrives.

Wriothesley snarls in warning when he gets the sense that Neuvillette might even be THINKING of stepping closer to him, shifting a foot back again as though to emphasize his want for distance. "It's precisely BECAUSE you're not human that's the problem!" He's trying very, VERY hard not to sound so~

Staring, arms still folded over his chest, blinking slowly as he vaguely deadpans at him. "....in other words; impatient. Is there anything else you'd like to try and debate with me?"

// 7+ months and an hour later.... do I? do I like this new layout?

// 🤔

// why is trying to find a new avi for Wrio always so difficult... I have been doing this for months

"Oh?" Wriothesley quirks a brow, arms folding over his chest as he cants his head to the left. "You? Patient? That's interesting, because I seem to recall you being anything BUT."

"You and every other person that wants to know anything about me I'm afraid. You'll have to get in line and wait your turn like a good boy."

"That's not what I meant." He's trying not to get frustrated, but his mind is so quick to default into aggression right now it's hard not to sink into it. "I don't think you understand how important it is that I remain isolated if I don't have those meds, Neuvillette... I'm not upset by the offer~

"Sorry, but if you want to unlock the tragic backstory, you'll have to pay for the extra content."

"I don't think you understand what I'm implying here."

"annnnnd you just have to put it in the most MORTIFYING way imaginable, this could not be more awkward if we tried." He huffs, looking anywhere but the Iudex as he listens, then looks skyward as though looking for strength or cursing him out. A sigh, hands slipping into his pockets as he turns~

The tone makes his proverbial hackles rise, the beginnings of a snarled growl roiling up his throat as he starts to turn, but he stops himself, takes a moment to get himself under control, then huffs out an irritated breath. "Neuvillette," He says, turning around. "I would rather gouge out my own~

"Bold of you to assume I'd go to the Abyss and ever come back."

"The Melusines, a couple of prisoners that weren't in their right minds, some maniac I encountered on the beach; you name it, it's probably happened at least once... and I just... don't like the texture of squishy, slimy things." Huffs, arms still folded over his chest as he squints, eventually~

....suspicious squint. "...you're not going to drop a tidalga in my hand or something, are you?"

"If it fits in the office, it can stay."

The first day of his three month misery has come and gone. ....at least he's felt normal enough to enjoy a few of the festivities like he promised Sigewinne he would, but God he cannot wait to lock himself away in his office again soon.

"...considering that I've barely put a dent in what you gave me last year? Iiiiiiiii think you'd be okay going with something else. Not sure I'd have enough space for any new tea right now."

Wriothesley pulls his lips into a thin line and just-- "...yeaaaah, no." He shakes his head, getting up with every intention of stalking off to go lock himself away in his office for a while. "Iiiiiiii don't think this is something you can help me with, and honestly I'd rather die thanks."

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"What I'm saying is, this conversation is not happening, not at this hour." Not when he's this sober either. "It'll pass, I just... need to collect myself for a bit." Or three months.

Doing the right thing is messy. You want to fight for what’s right 、sometimes you have to fight dirty.

i no longer know if i wish to drown myself in love , in vodka , or the sea

"Who said I was ill? I'm just making note of the time, that's hardly out of character for me, is it?"

"It's not important. Lets just leave it alone, shall we?"

no-- go away.

....it's happening again.

.

...squint. Now why would a shipment of tea be coming in at this hour on this particular day? ......it wouldn't have anything to do with his REAL birthday, would it?

Late at night, purely so nobody could stop him while he was trying to get in and out as quickly and discreetly as possible while everyone was busy with the little impromptu show Lyney was putting on well away from the Palais for him. @oceaniimperium.bsky.social's office was thankfully vacant by~

No suitable grass that isn't too wet to lay down on, but at least the park benches are comfortable enough to nap on.