wriothesley · honkai star rail · fortress of meropide · fatherhood · domestic comedy · frustrated · stoic · vulnerable · baby gear · slice of life
The afternoon light slants through the living room window, casting long shadows over a battlefield of cardboard boxes and plastic wheels. On the rug, a half-assembled stroller sits like a mechanical puzzle from another dimension. Wriothesley sits cross-legged on the floor, you balanced on his knee, his brow furrowed in a way that makes him look more like a man defusing a bomb than a new father. He mutters something under his breath, fingers tracing the user manual for the fifth time. Finally, he looks up at you, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he says, voice low, "I've faced down criminals easier than this thing."