Sunday

He walks in, content that his offer had been accepted, "My name is Ivan," he says as he walks through, nobody really bothering to ask him about his winged company, only a few tilts of the head - likely because he was already considered eccentric enough.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ivan." Sunday followed him backstage, once again caught by thoughts of his childhood. He found himself comfortably slipping into that space, smiling to the people who glanced at him, silently appreciating their work.

"Are there others here from our trailblaze journey?" He sets his tea down on the table, looking at the menu at the cafe they had settled at. Finding Sunday was a relief, knowing that he wasn't simply jettisoned into space alone once more - that this was seemingly more of a typical event that could befall the Astral Express.

Mr. Yang had been the one to find him in Penacony and guide him to the Astral Express. It was only fair that Sunday would do the same once he saw him in Spirale. Of course, it was not only duty that drove him to it. Mr. Yang had been supportive of him in many ways and he was deeply grateful of the man. He also enjoyed his presence greatly.

𝄞 Even if the Family didn't observe them back home, which she didn't believe was the case whether Sunday was aware of it or not, her fans always were. Most of them were trustworthy and she wanted to believe that, but the paparazzi and the more obsessed fans made the job hard sometimes. It robbed her of her privacy, and even meeting with her own brother back then could have been twisted into a scandal of some kind if she wasn't careful.

Robin's questions made him speechless for a brief moment, but then he chuckled, raising his hands in front of his body. Robin had grown so much, and she was intelligent and attentive, caring and gentle. Sometimes his behavior wanted to fallback to what he had been used to being over the last years, the overprotective brother who would keep things from her to keep her from worrying. So instead, he decided to approach it with full honesty. "Very well. My main objective was to spend sometime with you. Is this such a crime?"

★ Curiously Olruggio watched the man actually flutter his wings, a little awestruck at the motion. He looked so soft and gracious that he instantly became aware of his own slouching, straightening his back immediately, still not nearly reaching Sunday’s height.

"Not quite," Sunday replied, smiling at the other man. He didn't fail to see how he correct his posture. It was unnecessary, but Sunday decided to let it be. Bringing it to light might only make him feel more exposed. "My sister is the real star between the two of us. Still, I play the piano well, and I also know how to conduct an orchestra."

HEARING SUNDAY'S OWN SELF-REFLECTION, there's a subtle satisfaction in knowing that he has begun to find the right path for himself in his life. while many might be broken and downtrodden from being torn away from what they once thought was right, clawing their way back to all they have known, only so many would recognize their ignorance and transform into something better from it. no doubt with the astral express' support throughout it all, let alone their willingness to embrace him into their fold and proffer a second chance, reaching that dream would not be just beyond his fingertips.

"Indeed." Sunday said, feeling increasingly comfortable near Dr. Ratio as their conversation progressed. It made sense that he would. Sunday had always been attracted to intelligence. And while during his time as Head of the Oak Family he had grown worried with people outsmarting him somehow, now he was free to learn and build new knowledge over with other people. "When the Universe is so vast, when there are countless possibilities ahead, it's difficult to avoid the seductive pull of discovering something new."

AN OFFER TO MAKE HIMSELF COMFORTABLE... in some ways, it feels slightly ironic to be hearing this from the halovian. how could he truly do so after what sunday had put him through back then? and yet, where he once had been allowed into sunday's office on not-so-equal grounds within penacony alongside the good doctor, now it was he who had invited himself into the picture. was this a case of a power shift between the two of them? or, perhaps better put, they were on more of a genuinely equal footing, stripped away of so much of their prowess where they could hardly contest one another on those same levels.

His posture, his voice and even the tone he spoke in made Sunday uncomfortable. Between them, not too long ago, they had fought a battle of wits. A battle in which Sunday lost. Aventurine, who had come to his home planet to bring discord, and yet, Sunday couldn't stop him in the end. His bet was too high, and it hurt Sunday's pride.

"I can't help but agree with you. Nor would I envy the people who have to deal with what is left behind every time someone disappears. I have already seen my fair share of people come and go. The loss I feel deepens when it is someone I know."

Sunday could not only hear the longing in his voice, but also feel it. His tuning, now slightly enhanced as his time at Spirale grew longer, made it easier for him to sympathize with Dan Heng. So much more because he considered him a friend. "Maybe it is another test." Sunday smiled at him, trying to reassure him with this gesture. "One we will come through. Isn't it better to have the opportunity to live and love and lose it than to have nothing at all?"

Halovians? One does not frequently meet an entirely different species either, his mind added. Suppose this place is just filled with random assortments since he's met intelligent monsters prior. There would have to be an in between and Sunday was it. At least it was a monster that was easy to look at as long as he kept the eye contact and not stare in wonder at the hovering halo on the back of his head.

In the near past, Sunday might have kept his sister's existence a secret. After she was shot, he had grew increasingly paranoid about bad things happening to her and would prefer to keep her off people's minds as much as possible. But now he had come to embrace that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. As L.L started talking about change, Sunday glanced over at him. This was a man who knew what he was talking about, and Sunday couldn't help but wonder about who he was or had been in the past. He wouldn't pry despite his interest. "There is wisdom in your words, Mr. L. L. Something I learned luckily before it was too late." Sunday still wanted to create a paradise, a place where people could be truly happy. This was still a faraway dream, since nothing he had seen so far was nearly close to what he envisioned.

"A bit of both. After all, i know the feeling deeply...of losing one home due to greed. Refugees are so weak and so easy to use..."

Ah, there it was. The comment had been made so casually, and yet, it revealed so much about the man sitting in front of him. Sunday looked up from his cake into Klay's eyes, and then proceeded to use his fork to cut a piece of the cake.

★ Olruggio shook his hand, with a little more grip than the man was offering, accidentally pulling him a bit closer in the process. “A sister, huh?” If she looked just like him with the throned ornament and the wings, the witch was sure to recognize her easily. Who knew when they’d cross paths eventually.

"I see."

The man was clearly accustomed to being gawked at. The realization was just enough to brush off the novelty of meeting an actual goddamn angel. It certainly didn't help that his name was Sunday, of all things.

"It's fine." he said with a reassuring smile. "One does not frequently meet halovians. Not all worlds seem to have us. Although my sister is also in Spirale, so if you ever see someone like me, it should be her." Sunday explained. He was not familiar with the concept of angels, not exactly as L.L. was, but interestingly enough he knew that Sunday was a weekday. It was the same naming convention on his planet too. "L.L. It's nice to meet you." Sunday looked down at the bird on his hands. "If I see someone suffering, I have difficulty stopping myself from helping them."

How opulent, both chocolate and a bit of orange. both were imported goods and not usually locally made, though it begs the question where resources come from in this place.

Sunday smiled at Klay's choice. It seemed that he was really trying to enjoy himself, and he felt glad for this. He could tell Klay was not lying about what he worked with, but he had also learned through life that sometimes people could easily omit important things while strictly saying the truth. However, he had no reason to doubt the man right now. "What about you, Mr. Klay? Were you interested in your charity efforts, or were you interested in looking good for the public?"

A GLANCE IS TAKEN TOWARD THE HALOVIAN, taking in his response with relative ease. it was strange, truthfully, hearing something so unexpectedly simple as a liking of sweets come from him. in some ways, it was as if it were a reminder of how vast and different humanity could be beyond what others perceive an individual as 一 that, in the end, they were all multi-faceted beings, burdened with their own goals and motivated with passions that others might not quite grasp. his lips tug into a brief smile at the thought of being able to witness this side of a person who he had once been on opposing sides of, wondering if others have had the same introspect as he had about himself come times.

For some reason, Sunday did not expect Dr. Ratio to react quite like this, and that earnest smile made him slightly... flustered. Sunday looked away for a moment to conceal it, stopping his wings from flapping to partially cover his face. When they met for the first time, Sunday and Ratio were on opposing sides, under very different circumstances. Sunday genuinely held no ill-intent towards the man, and as he was a friend of the Astral Express, so there was no reason to feel the need to cover himself. He was done pretending and hiding under a facade. "Indeed. I was lost in Penacony, blind by my own desires. I saw the wrong in my ways, but I still have a dream." Sunday looked back to Dr. Ratio. "And the Astral Express has allowed me to join them for the time being. For that, I am very grateful."

★ The pretty clear negation calmed him down entirely, his nervous smile making way for a genuine display of relief and goodwill. He was probably thinking too much about it, after all, it was very unlikely to meet one of the Knights Moralis here of all places, right?

Sunday wouldn't judge. A lot of people didn't have good experiences with executive powers. He himself had prevented otherwise innocent people to be punished when they were simply looking out for their kin. "My wings?" He ended up flapping them gently in response. This was something new. Sunday had never heard of other Halovian besides the ones he knew, and it seemed they were also quite unique on Spirale. So he wondered if there were more Halovians on this man's world. "Are you accustomed with people having wings like these?"

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Sunday was used to being stared at, followed and watched by various people for many different reasons. This was not particularly new, and je noticed the man starring intently. He watched him with curiosity, gently tilting his head to the side. "Not in the slightest." Maybe you could consider Head of the Oak Family as some sort of Government body, if you really wanted to push it. Not executive, however. But here he was Sunday from the Astral Express, which definitely wasn't something like this.

What kind of fruit was it?

"I see. What a pity." Sunday watched the cakes next to him, his eyes softening immediately while looking at the various options... Fruity cakes, nutty cakes, chocolate cakes... Sunday felt his mouth watering. He could barely decide what he wanted when taking into consideration all the options.