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  ❛                  what's  on  your  mind ,   my  winged  companion ?      ❜     tone was void of any teasing it usually held as the avgin sat down next to the newest addition of the nameless.

@be777oved

"Is this your attempt at humor?" He can't help but to stare amused at where the other must be. Even if the lattice covers them both, he can still feel the pointed stare. Expecting and accusatory. It's somewhat hilarious that Sunday would expect him of all people to have anything to confess to.

"Ah, you're serious." He sits back against the cushioned seat, it's somewhat cramped and uncomfortable, but he guesses it's made this way on purpose. People aren't supposed to be there for too long, if all they're expected to do is confess to already pardoned sins, the whole ordeal should be very straight forward.

"I fear we are wasting THEIR time then." It's not that he is free of sin, far from it. But Aventurine has never denied himself judgement, whatever he did to survive, whatever he still does, he assumes it all. And no one but himself should be one to forgive his own actions.

❝ It seems March has been taking pictures of you ever since you arrived on the Express. I do apology Sunday. ❞

Probably to send to his sister, but for also documentation of her newest album, 'Friends on the Express'. She needed to ask for permission. But this was March, she wasn't going to ask for permission, he knew that for a fact. The last time she'd asked it had ended up with them being wanted for accidental destruction of an arena. It had been covered in Six-Phased Ice.

❝ She means well, if you wish her to stop though please tell her kindly. She thinks that every face that comes onto the Express needs to be documented and put into albums. ❞

Stelle has been in a contemplative mood lately. Her current object of fascination? The wings aside Sunday's head. They look more like a dove's than a chicken's, but even so-- "Have you ever wondered what you'd taste like?"

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Too late. Damn near half the bottle is guzzled down before Sunday even finishes talking. Siris hadn't had a stable supply of alcohol for a minute now, hence why he was even entertaining the man's requests. Still not entirely sure what made the feather head look at him, passed out on a park bench, and say "Yes, I want you for my employ" but booze was booze.

A belch is his first reply. The second? "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Don't draw attention to myself and don't forget to report back when I get the dirt." Corporate espionage. There was something that he didn't get involved with much and for good reason. How often is he in any situation that involves being around the upper crust of society? Still. If it meant he wouldn't be hounded - no pun intended - by those "officers" again...

❛                 how . .   how  have  things   been ?    i  know  it's  you . .   you  can  speak  freely.  ❜

@be777oved   ♡  for a one liner.

@be777oved  said:    "Seems you've been put under a lot of undue pressure." Sunday hums thoughtfully, idly fixing the other's shirt collar. He wouldn't last a day in the IPC. Or so he's surmised from his time with Aventurine. Sunday is a dedicated but inextricably LAZY individual. Such is his namesake, after all. He would be happier not working at all. But he would be most happy if no one had to work. In the meantime, he rakes a hand across their shoulders. The quality of the gambler's coat always pleasant to the touch. Soft as velvet through opposing colored gloves. His thumbs kneading out the knots in their upper back."Is this any better?" He asks after a silent prayer, Invoking the power of the Harmony. The man's headaches melting away as if cleansed in a golden light.

golden locks fall as his head fell softly onto sunday's shoulder              cheek pressed against the fabric of the halovians shirt. it has been quite eventful lately at work. usually it was very busy & loud but the amount of things they had to be prepare seems to have increased by ten times in the last days. the requests never ending & the paperwork as troubling  AS  ALWAYS.  a soft yawn fled his lips as aventurine simply leaned into the touch, eyes closing with fluttering lashes. he's been extraordinaly exhausted by all of this, muscles stiff / back banged up from all the desk sitting & slouching posture. a little soft noise slipped past lips before he could stop himself ;    the avgin   IMMEDIATELY  FROZEN  as he realized it. the massage had been so relaxing that he had forgotten his compusre momentarily. how embarrassing. face warm, hues fluttering open slightly he tried to pretend he did not just ' moan '  from how good it had felt & rubbed his cheeks slightly against his partners shoulder. he was usually more   CAREFUL   to not make such noise but now he could not take it back anymore, shoulders relaxing under sundays fingers & knots vanishing as the stiffness was magicked away.

❛                you're really good at that.  ❜   he mumbled into halovians shirt, crimson color evident on silky skin of the curve of his neck / ears / cheeks as he spoke.  ❛               there's some masked event soon. we had to do a lot of overtime prep to work on a guest list because there was many many many nightmareish social fiaskos if we did not vet it carefully waiting to happen. it was disastrous. had to pull so many of my connections to make sure we invited the right people.  jade was on my case about it a lot.  something with a client for her thing as well that she wanted me to check double.  ❜   he waved his hand almost dismissevily at their sides as he spoke, gesturing while speaking one of his unconscious little ticks.   ❛               it's a lot better, my dear angel.   ❜   he then added, voice warm & honey - esque, each syllable smooth & full of gratitude. a sharp smile captured lips nonetheless as he sat up a bit, tip of his nose brushing against halovians collar & chin as he did so  PURPOSEFULLY          before a little kiss was pressed onto the corner of sundays mouth.

    ❛                    thank you. i could get used to massages.  ❜