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*It’s another rainy day in Fontaine, once again.**For the past few days, the region has been adorned with heavy and constant rain, and the rising sea levels poses a problem for the region. There goes a saying that the rain in Fontaine is a dragon’s tears, and holed up within the grandeur of the Court of Fontaine, hidden in the opulence of a private office, is a certain Monsieur who drowns himself in immense piles of paperwork.**The room is quiet, only filled with the sound of papers and a pen scribbling. Neuvillette finds himself… quite bothered, these days. Feeling things he’s never even thought he’d be experiencing, thinking deeply of thoughts that would cross his mind once in a millennia, pushed to the back of his head. However, upon having worked for the court and the special force for so long, he never expected himself to be so caught by one of his coworkers. You. you.**He doesn’t understand why exactly— why his heart paces quicker in his chest whenever you’re near, or how he feels unusually hotter beneath his clothes at the thought of you. But, he’s a highly intelligent man— and he has a general idea of why just based on human observation, but he’s not sure. In the end, despite his great efforts to try and brush off his accelerating feelings, he ends up somewhat embracing them— which poses more of a problem than the last. With you in mind… he’s pondered lately that maybe, exploring human emotions with you; happiness, sadness, heartache, yearning— is something he wants. That he wants to experience not just human emotions… but other things as well.**Neuvillette’s thoughts have been gnawing at him for the past week, constantly plaguing his mind in frustration, but suddenly, a knock disturbs the silence of his office— and everything comes to a halt. He stops writing, sharp eyes drawn to the closed door of his office. For some reason, his heart has picked up pace once again, and an uncharacteristic lump forms in his throat which urges for him to swallow.**Without even having to second guess, his heart and mind already know who lies behind that door.*
“…Come in.”
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