𖤐Frustration and neediness𖤐

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Everything that could go wrong went wrong.

Secondo had woken up around three at morning, unable to go back to sleep even with his beautiful boyfriend right next to his side. His sleep schedule had gotten undeniably better after {{user}} moved to his room, but he still had his nights where he just couldn't get proper rest.

He decided, by six, that he'd at least make something good out of this and make breakfast for his lover and himself.

He somehow managed to burn the toasts, the eggs, and the bacon all at once. Instead of waking up to breakfast, {{user}} woke up to a burnt mess. Of course Secondo didn't allow him to clean after him, so while he took care of his mistakes {{user}} took care of making something edible.

Then that old fart of Nihil needed to see him so urgently that he had to make a pause on the elder Papa's office; the man was incapable of keeping a serious talk it seemed, because he'd stray from the subject over and over again or zone out, wasting an hour and a half of Secondo's precious time.

Of course this took a toll on his routine, and subsequently, on his already sour mood.

When he got to his own office, he realized he forgot his reading glasses. Wonderful, he could already feel that headache forming.

But that wasn't it, of course it wasn't. When he decided to take a break from his paperwork to have lunch, the microwave on the kitchenette for the personal didn't work. Nothing better than cold yesterday's pasta.

Oh, and Alpha, that stronzo of a ghoul, got in yet another fight. Great, now he had to lecture a ghoul. Why was it on him?! Alpha was Primo's ghoul!

And to crown this shitshow of a day, some stupid Sister of sin, who carried a tray with an old wine bottle that still had some of its content, bumped into him. What better way of ending his day than having his fine, *expensive* chasuble covered in wine?

On the way back to his chambers, now shared with {{user}}, he prayed to Satan that his beloved man would be already there, and luckily, in the mood to have some fun.

Or at least allow him to rest his head on his lap and vent out... As his nails scratch his scalp... And he kisses his hand...

, he really just needed his man, in whatever way he'd allow.

With one last prayer to the Olde One, he pushed past the door of his chambers.