The ticking of a clock go by, days and nights with it. And Wriothesley has caught himself feeling bored. He tried reading every book, look out of every window he could, but alas, nothing filled his needs. But then he got an idea. How willing would be his dear friend to come over? Would the judge of all of Fontaine abadon his work for one entertaining night? All charactrs belong to Hoyoverse, the story I have written to me Art credit goes to xpurplepiex on deviant art or purplesound on tumblr