A hum from his lips as he looked at the other for a moment or so. " the best I can do, is offer you a drink and an ear to listen." he was kidding, he might be half listing to the other, but he wasn't going to push the other's patience to much. Eyeing him for a moment, he tilted his head.

   THE  TRAILBLAZER  WAS  A  LITTLE  SLOW  ON  THE  UPTAKE     when it came to the other's surprise.   another day had passed here on the express    &    they had freshly woken up with a very prominent    GLOW    to them.    it was not due to the stellaron that they possessed or due to any sort of glow in the dark stickers that they had been enamoured with lately thanks to the introduction of march   ---     it was because of what had    TRANSPIRED    between the two of them the night prior.    the details of the entire debacle has been blurry.   it was something along the lines of sunday holding on to them a little harder, the fluttering of the halovien's wings proving to be a little distracting that they sought to touch it before their mind could even    PROCESS.    stelle's partially drowsy mind at least had half a mind to yell at them mentally that the action that they were about to do could have lasting consequences but it was too slow in comparison to    PHYSICAL    impulse.

something had switched then, their eyes widening a   FRACTION    when the other tensed.   they recall silence    &    the mutual glance of disbelief before all semblance of control snapped.    they remember biting.   actually, they recall biting them a lot.    the    TENSION    of being in the same room and sharing the same bed, seeing the other in their sleepwear really caused something to set in the air in a way that made restraint fickle.     now, red in the face, the halovian looks to    VEHEMENTLY    deny the events of the night prior.    stelle cannot help but think that if this were a teledrama    (  ...  )    then perhaps they would have acted hurt.    instead they merely drape their arms on the other and nuzzle her cheek into the    CROOK    of their very marred neck.    

"  y'smell nice  ...  "      is the only answer that they can offer, not really wanting to    DEAL    with melodramatic denial so early.    they have not even had their    BREAKFAST    yet    &    sunday already seems ready to push whatever escapade they had to the side.    the idea does not appeal to them too much on an empty stomach.    "  whether or not it was or wasn't    MEANT    to happen, you still jumped my bones like how i did, right  ?  "    the lazy grin that they have on is noncommittal, merely teasing as they yawn.

"  no skin off my nose. "

     THE  SMUG  LOOK  ON  THEIR  FACE     is something that indicates that it would have been sunday's best interest to not do that at all.    yet as lips make contact with them, the halovian should realize far too late that there is not escape from the     BARRAGE     that they are about to give.    the onslaught of affections is quick, pulling the other back down to where the trailblazer sits before sunday is promptly showered with ceaseless kisses.     

they can try to get away now but stelle keeps them trapped between the seat cushions     &    themselves.     how cunning  !

     DESPITE  SUNDAY'S  PRESENCE  ALREADY  BEING     made known to the rest of the nameless, there are just certain unavoidable instances that tends to happen.     that, being, the fact that their room is still     UNFURBISHED     and messy.     while the area is not as bad as it was yesterday thanks to the joint efforts of everyone from the express, it was still     NOT     in the prime state to be used for sleeping unless the halovian wanted to wake up filled with itchy spots    &    rashes.     so, to prevent the very     PROSPECT     of having their newest addition sleep outside in the parlor car alongside pom-pom     -     stelle pitched in the idea of having them sleep in their room.     unwilling to let them sleep on the floor but also not too keen on giving up the sanctity of own bed, they ended up sharing it.

which led to this small topic.    a snort is sounded out, half amused     &     partially     APOLOGETIC.     they know that they do thanks to input of the other pink-haired nameless who they often conduct sleepovers with but they were also     MADE    aware that it is nothing too disruptive in volume.    though, they suppose that sunday must have a much different hearing sensitivity.    rubbing the back of their head with a sorry smile, they beam.    "  sorry, was it bothering you  ?  "     it must have for it to become a topic, they think.

     "  you can sleep more, if you'd like.    didn't mean to wake you up if it did.  "

@denominaticn sent : sunday's results !

wow three bingos they should kiss rn or smth

" IT IS TIME FOR US TO SHARE a hot, passionate, wet kiss. " they nod to themselves as they draw out a flavoured chapstick ( where'd that even come from ? ) this is BEAUTIFUL. the wedding is back on.

While  he  might  still  work  as  a  bartender,  the  other  was  going  out  and  seeing  new  places.  It  was  adorable  to  see  the  excitement  on  the  other's  face  every  time  he  got  back,  always  rushing  to  see  him.  Even  if  Sunday  would  never  admit  it,  rushing  back  to  him  was  something  he  noticed  the  other  did  once  his  meetings  were  over.

Yet,  at  the  moment  he  was  cleaning  up,  making  a  pot  of  coffee  for  a  few,  and  setting  extra  hot  water  aside,  his  eyes  looked  up  to  see  the  cute  little  bird  standing  there.

The  brightness  in  his  eye,  but  his  tiredness  was  easily  spotted.  The  man  put  down  the  glass  and  moved  away  from  the  bar  to  open  his  arms.

"Welcome  back,"  he  said  softly,  waiting  for  the  other  to  come  into  his  arms.  "  Now,  I  might  have  the  crew  there  late-night  treats  and  drinks  set  up,  but  I  also  made  yours.  We  can  take  it  back  to  our  room  and  relax  for  the  rest  of  the  night,"  he  mused,  humming.  "  You  look  as  if  you  have  plenty  to  tell  me  from  your  newest  Adventure."

It wasn't a shock that he had the other in bed, after all, he knew what he did last night. Amused though, he felt the other clinging to him most of the night, and he didn't mind. It was like a personal heater all night. But by the time he woke up, he noticed the other move a little more away, not far enough that he couldn't grab them back and drag them into a cuddle.

Hearing the soft voice, he opened his eyes and smiled. A slight hum from his lips as he was still waking up himself, he open his mouth. a low tone in his in voice.

" Good morning, pretty bird."