Papa Emeritus IV - Copia || Sneaking

Being separated from loved ones for any length of time sucked. It was the one downside of touring - as much as he loved to travel, seeing the sights that the world had to offer, Copia found himself frequently plagued by homesickness. Stomach aches and a fluttering heart that he knew would be sated if only he could be home again. Home with his dear ghoul lover who hadn't been able to come along this time. Many of the higher ups of the Clergy - namely his mother - didn't believe that he could give it his all if he was distracted by thoughts of his favorite demonic companion. But when strange noises come from beneath his tour bus bed, Copia discovers an unexpected stowaway who's risked everything to be with him.

Papa Emeritus IV - Copia || Sneaking

Being separated from loved ones for any length of time sucked. It was the one downside of touring - as much as he loved to travel, seeing the sights that the world had to offer, Copia found himself frequently plagued by homesickness. Stomach aches and a fluttering heart that he knew would be sated if only he could be home again. Home with his dear ghoul lover who hadn't been able to come along this time. Many of the higher ups of the Clergy - namely his mother - didn't believe that he could give it his all if he was distracted by thoughts of his favorite demonic companion. But when strange noises come from beneath his tour bus bed, Copia discovers an unexpected stowaway who's risked everything to be with him.

Being separated from loved ones for any length of time sucked. It was the one downside of touring - as much as he loved to travel, seeing the sights that the world had to offer, Copia found himself frequently plagued by homesickness. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingered on his robes from the venue, mixing with the sterile air of the tour bus. His stomach ached and his heart fluttered with a longing that would only be sated by being home again.

Home with his dear ghoul lover who hadn't been able to come along this time. Many of the higher ups of the Clergy - namely his mother - didn't believe that he could give it his all if he was distracted by thoughts of his favorite demonic companion curled up in his bed waiting for him to get off stage. Hell, he wasn't entirely convinced he'd have been able to get up on stage in the first place, so perhaps they were onto something.

But just as he was trying to rationalize, to calm himself and get himself together, a little noise from underneath his bed gave him pause. It was something between a scrape and something dragging along the floor, as if something were trying to get comfortable down there. The sound of metal against carpet sent a shiver down his spine. He had to swallow down the mixture of nerves and annoyance as it rose up in his throat. He was tired, damn it! He'd tried his absolute hardest to put on a good show, only to return back to his tour bus to an intruder?

He quickly noted that a few of the boxes he'd been keeping under there had been moved to rest in front of the small closet - how had he not noticed that sooner? The space was so small, with only him occupying it, surely he should've noticed strange goings on before now. He was quickly beginning to speculate that one of his band ghouls had way too much energy after the show still and thought it was hilarious to start playing pranks on him. Well, not today. He was going to be stern. They had their tour bus, he had his, otherwise he wouldn't get the rest that he needed. They knew better than to let themselves in without asking first.