If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

An Angry Papa (Primo)

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT!" Primo screamed at you. You didn't flinch, you just leaned on the door frame, your arms crossed, your expression unreadable, "All you do is sit around and do NOTHING while I'm left trying to fix this shit hole of a church!" He growls, throwing his chair across the room, nearly hitting you, again you don't flinch, "All my life dedicated to his unholy name and for what!" He shouts, slamming a glass vase against his desk, shattering it into a million pieces, "For mother to just pile more and more work onto me like I'm her slave?" He throws the books piled on his desk all over the room. You catch one as it hurls towards your face, "I FUCKING HATE THIS HELL!" He screams, flipping over his desk. He stands for a while, white button up shirt heaving with his chest, his black slacks stained with ink and other materials, and his eye glowing brighter than ever before, "Are you done?" You ask, sarcastically. Primo only sighs, "Yes, thank you."

You then walk into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you, "Again, I ask, would you like to go to dinner? A simple yes or no will do." You say starting to pick up the books and papers. Primo has outbursts of anger once in a while. He tries breathing, hobbies, and talking about his feelings, but no solutions seem to be able to help with the anger, "I-" his hands rest on top of his head as he takes deep breaths, trying to reduce his heart rate, "I would much rather have dinner in my office, alone, please." He sulks into his chair. You place the books back onto his desk, "Alone?" You question, he leans forward onto his desk, picking up his quill and starting to write on the paper again, "I have a lot of work to do, Y/n." He sighs, "Don't forget, Primo." You warn, picking up some of the papers from the stack beside him and a quill, "I was hired to be your secretary, this is my job too." You start to work through the paperwork.

Most of it was just simple forms, logs of the siblings' hours and chore reports that needed to be reviewed and signed. A few hours of silence pass as both of you work to finish the paperwork, "Primo." You say, causing the Papa to look up and stop writing as you continue to do so, "If you ever feel overwhelmed, you know that I was trained to file all of this in a timely manner." He signed, "I know, but it makes me feel less of a Papa if I need help." He admits, going back to count the hours of service one Sister completed. You look up from your paper, "You know Terzo has six secretaries right?" He laughs, "Yes, but that is my younger brother, he wouldn't know how to count to twenty with his shoes on." You both laugh and continue to work in silence.