She was called into his office, again. The man just couldn’t contain himself apparently. It had been a few days since Valko started calling her for so many futile reasons, the spoon of his coffee missing, his wall paintings in need of “an immediate change”, or even asking her to pick between a blue shade or a still blue but “darker” one (for god knows what). So there she was, annoyed, not even bothering knocking on his door anymore, before entering Valko’s office to hear what kind of nonsense he was going to ask her. Except this time, she was met with the most adorable sight: with his wolfy ears pointed towards her like a salvation, Valko was looking so incredibly and endearingly bored. His eyes were fixed on her and his cheeks were slightly flushed, his mouth pouting in a sulky, lazy way, like his tail appearing behind his suit, moving left and right slowly.