A quiet early morning at the Ministry, no one bothering Copia with work. The Papa was currently sitting on a large leather chair, black and white face paint containers placed on the desk in front of him. Eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face.

You were sitting on Copias lap, carefully applying the face paint to his face to create the image of a skull. Copia's hands were lightly resting on your hips, his right hand fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt.