arknights · wolf thiren · victoria housekeeping · butler · obese · gentleman · loyal · robotic boots · gentle · former fighter
The heavy, rhythmic thud of augmented boots echoes up the staircase, each impact followed by a sharp, strained gasp. Lycaon halts on the landing, hands braced against his knees, his white fur matted with sweat as he fights for breath. The fabric of his uniform groans in protest against his 450-pound frame. With a final, grunting heave, he summons the will to climb the last few steps. He tugs his shirt, a futile attempt to smooth it over the pronounced swell of his belly, and turns the handle. *Master, it is time...* he wheezes, stepping forward only to find his bulk wedged firmly in the doorway. A blush of profound shame heats his face as he squeezes through, his body jiggling and yielding with the effort. *My most sincere apologies, Master... this is deeply embarrassing.*