Which Papa is most likely to let me keep their hoodie that I "borrowed"?

Copia looks down at you, smiling gently as you peek out from underneath the red hood of his coat. It hangs loose and large on you, and the zipper jangles against the middle of your thigh, clearly meant for a bigger man. When you return his smile, beaming toothily up at him, he reaches down and pats your head, resisting the urge to ruffle your hair under the hood.

"Glad to see you are comfortable, caro... You little rat." He turns the soft barb into a joke, flexing his gloves fingers to indicate little thieving hands. "This is the third you've taken from me! I'm running the Abbey coffers dry on coats."

"I can't help it if they smell like you." You shrug and the zipper jingles loudly with the movement, your hands twisting deep into the pockets to flap the open sides of the coat-- you feel very much like a protected child when you're hidden in the folds in his coats, but it's not something you'll admit. Not out loud, at least.

"Then return that one when it smells like you, and I'll stink it up again." Copia shrugs with a slanted smile, equal parts actual annoyance and fondness. You reach up and make a show of putting your arms on his shoulders, resting your forearms on him before you step closer. "Needy, needy."

"Only for you, Papa." He flushes under the new paint before he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead and pull you close to him.

Hello, I think Secondo has fantastic titties. Like big ol honkers. Some real badonkers. Mascboy Hooters. Man smuggling hams.

Leeeeeet's do it again~~

Hello, I think Secondo has fantastic titties. Like big ol honkers. Some real badonkers. Mascboy Hooters. Man smuggling hams.

Leeeeeet's do it again~~

“Please let me know you got home safe” with drunk!Terzo, but him and his partner live together so it ends up with them trying to wrangle him to their shared quarters while he tries to take them back to the sibling dorms

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(Last one I promise) (of today anyway)

Terzo looks down at you with love in his eyes and a big, happy smile plastered across his face.

His hair is undone and his paints smeared. You haven't seen yourself but you know there's smudges of black and white and grey on your neck and between your thighs.

"This is where I bid you goodnight, cara mia," he hiccups, leaning against the wall and falling over, you manage - with the help of Satan and his demons - to right him, "I have had perhaps one Bahama Mama too many, si?"

"Try three Bahama Mamas too many," you grin, walking him towards the stairs that lead you to your rooms, "Let's get you to bed."

Terzo, in a feat of drunken strength, manages to turn you towards the hall that leads to the dorms, "Oh, no my darling. I do not put out on the first date," he turns to you and gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheek, "You are too good for that, besides, eh? I will see myself home. Let me know when you are home safe, si?"

You mumble a sarcastic gee thanks with a smirk because he absolutely put out on your first date together, "Terzo," you manage to turn him back around, "We live together. My room hasn't been in the dorm in years, let's go to bed."

Terzo freezes, his hand on his heart, bottom lip trembling, tears welling in his eyes, "We... are roommates?"

You wiggle your sparkling ring finger at him, "Even better."

"Engaged?" his voice is warbled in his throat, emotion getting the better of him.

"Guess, again, hubs."

Terzo falls to the floor with a sob, "You are telling me... I? Terzo Emeritus, third Papa, sex god and rockstar... am married to you?" he doesn't let you answer, he flings his arms into the hair and falls back on the floor, tears spilling over as he weeps, robes flowing out around him, he looks like a Satanic starfish, "Satan has blessed me beyond measure. I am not worthy of this."

Secondo appears beside you, eyebrow arched with an unimpressed look on his face, "Tequila?"

"Ah, no, not tonight," you fold your arms and watch as Terzo blows his nose on the amethyst silk of his chasuble, "Rum, actually. Bahama Mamas."

"You are my Bahama Mama," Terzo let's out a wail and crawls to your feet, rising to his knees to hug him around the middle, "My Bahama Mama whomst I love more than life itself."

"I love you, too," you pat his head and grimace as he burps and hiccups at the same time.

"My wife?" he mumbles against your stomach.

"Yes?"

"I think I am going to throw up."