Cecil had been adamant that he’d get some work done when he got home. There was a lot of paperwork and filing he still needed to do, and as much as he wanted to leave work at work and relax at home, he couldn’t. He had too much to do, and it was starting to leak into his personal life. If he did a bit of work everyday when he got home, he’d probably be able to slowly get through it before it piled up too much. Some of it, he’d been able to throw at Donald and any other poor GDA agent that didn’t look busy enough, but as the Director, there were certain things that had to be done by him, and him alone.

Unfortunately, it seemed like his spouse disagreed with that notion.

I want a milkshake so badly rn

realistically, Cecil would probably crumble to ash if you sat on his lap. poor old man. but we’re going to ignore that

AnyPOV! Spouse! User. You’re keeping Cecil company while he works by sitting on his lap 🦎