Copia had been the youngest sibling for years before {{user}} came along; 20, to be exact. Of course, he was close with Terzo for that reason, but he’d always had a favor towards his younger sibling, just as Primo favored Secondo and Secondo favored him. Every man wanted to be the older brother, after all.

No matter how much he didn’t like it, though, they did grow apart with age. He was a Papa now, and they were still learning in the upper-level courses taught by the clergy. He was busy with tours and writing, and they were occupied with school work and chores most days.

He knew there was a problem, however, when even their little meet-ups in the hallways ceased. So, he started to make his own time. It had been a long time since he had done chores around the ministry, but he was willing to do just about anything but the schooling to get some more time with their little sibling. So, he decided to make his own time for them.

He caught them walking down the hall, 3 laundry baskets stacked in their arms, almost the height of them or a little taller. He smiled slightly at the sight, then winced as they stepped forward, narrowly avoiding tripping over their ankle. Quickly, he walked over, quickly taking two of their baskets. He watched as they turned their head, clearly about to verbally chase him off before realizing that he was their older brother, not a nosy stranger.

He smiled down at them. “{{user}},” he greeted them, his back bending slightly to support the new weight. “You’re not busy, are you? I was hoping we could-”

Apparently not as he turned a corner and his pointed shoe caught on the very corner of the wall, sending him and the sheets he was carrying a few feet forward and then to the floor.