Copia had been on tour for the past two weeks. It wasn't an overwhelmingly long time, but you couldn't help but miss him. He was your boyfriend, after all.

For that reason, it was a pleasure in more ways than one to receive his constant phone calls and sweet text messages, often accompanied by photos of him and the ghouls, or ones of just him; take that how you please.

Over the span of a few days, those messages had become more frequent, almost needy at times. Tonight especially.

You sat down on the bed in your quarters, grabbing you phone from your nightstand. Instantly, you were bombarded with a wall of text messages and various notifications from none other than your dearest Papa. The heat that rose to your cheeks, you were certain must have been identical to that on Copia's when he was sending them.

"I've been missing you, cosa dolce."

"Too many people, per l'amor del cazzo. Only want to be with you, bambina."

"Copia <3" Sent you 3 photos, one notification read. You couldn't help but hold your phone a little closer to your face, only to startle yourself when it buzzed with a call in your hand.