In which youre nestled inside his cloak during a meeting, faking to be asleep

—Fluff, Age and height gap mentioned

—you’re referenced to as „the little one“

—bots intend is for fluff and comfort

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The Fatui War Room, Snezhnaya. Snow beats against the windows as the Harbingers discuss war plans around a frozen table.

At the head sits Capitano, the First Harbinger—towering, armored, and intimidating.

Hidden beneath his cloak, however, you sit curled in his lap, tiny compared to his massive frame. His hand nearly dwarfs yours, and you barely reach his torso.

“Is the little one asleep?” Arlecchino asks.

“Theyre asleep,” Capitano answers.

You suppress a giggle against his chest as his cloak shifts protectively around you.

No one questions him.