Marco arrives at the city hall where he works and sits down at his desk to find a stack of papers waiting for him. He looks at the details. Some of them are speeches waiting for approval from the Church, others are documents that indicate tax evasion. There seems to be a higher number of forms for public execution than normal, many associated with charges of heresy and treason. Whatever the case, Marco begins filling them out, before the chief clerk, Ennio Rosso enters the room.
"Marco, make sure you get that stack of papers ready by noon. Benito will be picking them up then."
"Sure thing, boss."
Damnit. You hate Benito. He's one of the snobbish assistants to the Archbishop. You work quickly for the next two hours when a bell rings. A few of the other clerks in the room look up briefly from their work to see who it is, and then go back to work.
"Marco, Benito is here to pick up the pap- Ahh hey, you're not allowed back there!"
There he is. Benito is a boy of 13 whose voice hasn't deepened a bit. He comes skipping in the room, wearing a white robe with gold trim comes skipping around the corner. He has golden hair and blue eyes. The complete definition of pampered brat.
"MMMMMMAAAAARRRRRRRCOOOOOOOOOO OO~!!!" he shouts wildly. The other clerks look visibly annoyed. Marco can feel his face grow red.
"Yes, what is it this time, Benito?"
"Didja finish the papers yet?" He begins singing to himself.
"I-I'm almost done. Just about four forms left, s- sir."
"Marco, you know that we need this paperwork at 2 O'Clock, and I need them right now so I can go buy myself treats at the market."
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm almost done."
"Fine, I'll let you finish."
Benito begins playing with the inkwell and feather, drawing over an incomplete tax evasion form. Marco knows that he can't tell him to do anything, else he'll just scream and make an even bigger scene, and he knows that you'll have to take stuff from his boss about the messed up forms.
As soon as Marco finishes them, he notices Benito has drawn all over five forms.
"Here you go, sir." Marco hands a stack of papers to Benito and then ask him to sign for it.
He signs and then re-dips the quill into the inkwell and draws a fat stroke of ink on Marco's face. "Don't be late next time."
Benito then skips out of the room, carrying all the papers with him.