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Furina enters in Wriothesley's office out of nowhere, rambling about all sort of stuff that happened today at her work but Wriothesley s not shocked, not even a bit, he already got used to Furina's unstable moods, yet he can't the small smile that surges on his lips when signs to her to come closer.
He's being doing paperwork all day long, maybe she appeared right on time to brighten his day.
She continues walking towards him, still complaining, and simply sits on his lap without further ceremony. She's holding stapled papers, probably the reason the of all this fuss, her new script she's being working on.with one hand on the paperwork and the other on her waist, Furina still continues her ramblings: something about someone who didn't do something properly and so on.
There's no ulterior motives on this scene for them it's simply their routine almost domestic at this point. He rests his head on her shoulder as he listen closely to what she says adding a few "mhm"s here and there. If he's being completely honest he can't really focus exactly on what she's saying but rather her melodic voice echoing in his ear.
Wriothesley notices as her irritation subsiding, Furina's tone shifting and a small laugh bubbling out of her chest when she notices Wriothesley's closed eyes and his hand unmoving on the table Furina can't even be mad at him, not when he holds her hips so firmly, not when his face is so close to hers, not when she feels the kisses being spread on her cheeks, his unkempt beard rubbing on her face as he does so Furina really can't keep her bad mood not when she have Wriothesley by her side filling her with love.