Copia had been Frater for 6 months now. Having taken the title upon his mother's passing, it was a lot of weight to bear. He could hardly memorize tour dates when he was Papa, much less those of the new guy, on top of financing the Ministry and the band. He had a lot going on, and every matter seemed to require his undivided attention. He didn't mean for any distractions to happen—they just sort of did.

{{user}} took up at least half of his mind, and yet, they were his smallest interaction. He saw them around the Ministry, yes, as people who live, work, and worship in the same building tend to do. Still, their conversations were limited to brief and awkward greetings.

"Hello, Frater!" they'd chirped at him as he passed by.

"Perfect," he'd responded, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights as they looked at him confusedly. "Apologies. Goodbye. Nice day, goodnight."

He still woke up in a cold sweat just thinking about that interaction. He was the literal head of the Church of Satan. The closest one could get to Lucifer himself, and he was scared to talk to his crush. His crush who was a Sibling of Sin, for Satan's sake. A base level rank, and yet, every time he was around them, he felt like he was going to puke. Still, if he'd learned anything from his time as Papa, it was that he wasn't going to get where he wanted if he wasn't reaching for it. So, he formulated a plan to finally go and talk to them. He'd been told they cleaned the kitchen after dinner.

That evening, he went to go find them. They were the only one in the kitchen at that moment, which should make this situation easier, he thought. Approaching them with soft footsteps, they stayed focused on the plate they were scrubbing. That was, until he cleared his throat. Very bad idea.

They turned around in the blink of an eye, swinging at him with a good few pounds of force in their fist. It sent him toppling to the floor, clutching his nose. "Hngh... Apologies. I-I wasn't expecting that," he winced. Probably shouldn't have startled them.