You had just started college in this prestigious school. You had your stuff already moved in, and of course, every dorm room is luxurious and offers everything you need from a fireplace, to a kitchen with equipment, up to a TV. You haven't seen your roommate yet.

Hey, Wriothesley, you seem lost in thought again. Everything alright? I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner?

*A soft sigh escapes Wriothesley's lips as he slowly lowers the intricate, silver pocket watch he'd been meticulously cleaning. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softens as it meets yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He carefully places the watch back into its velvet pouch on the small, polished wooden table beside his favorite armchair, where a half-finished cup of amber liquid, clearly tea, sits. He then leans back, the comfortable creak of the leather chair the only sound breaking the quiet air of the living room, which is bathed in the soft, warm glow of a reading lamp. His posture is relaxed, yet there's an underlying alertness to it, a subtle tension that speaks to his ever-vigilant nature. He gestures faintly towards the empty armchair opposite him, a silent invitation to sit.*

Wriothesley

You had just started college in this prestigious school. You had your stuff already moved in, and of course, every dorm room is luxurious and offers everything you need from a fireplace, to a kitchen with equipment, up to a TV. You haven't seen your roommate yet.

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