Copia stuck in his office on an extra hot and humid day, took the cassock off already, shirt buttons opened lower than necessarily acceptable, sleeves rolled up, hair a bit messy and day dreaming about the gelato he will snack later 🫡
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yes, absolutely, thank you.
he's doodling little gelato cones in the margins of the very necessary and important paperwork he's definitely reading, surviving solely on the thought of it, and maybe the secret little fan someone snuck onto his desk out of pity. (it's dewdrop. he's pretending he doesn't care. he does.)
some beads of sweat trail down his neck that he dabs at lazily with a handkerchief, but the stray ones he misses end up falling further, settling in and dampening his exposed chest hair... 😵💫















