#fallenfromdivinity

★ Olruggio stopped in his tracks for a moment; if he didn’t immediately notice the absence of bright, intimidating red on the man, he would’ve almost believed that he was indeed one of the Knights Moralis. The pointed cap was also missing, even if his adornment was quite pointy. But it were the wings that made him hold his breath for a tad too long.

Staring a little too intensely– and he must have noticed the witch’s indiscretion – he let out a long sigh, his heartrate calming down shortly after. And yet the uncomfortable feeling did not pass. With a crooked, yet warm smile, Olruggio approached the man, slouching forward. Just in case, just to know if Qifrey would be safe here.

There is a moment where Dan Heng does a double-take at the familiar visage before deciding to approach. He had to make sure that he was really seeing Sunday in Spirale. Sure enough, it was him. Now to see if it was the same one he knew. The one who had joined the Express.

His talks with others made him highly aware that they weren't all from the same time. Making things complicated when you wanted to talk to someone who was a friend. Luckily, he hadn't run into that with those he knew personally, yet.

"Sunday, it's nice to see you."

A safe start. He would know by the other's reaction his standing with the Express. The man had been secretive before everything fell apart. Dan Heng was betting on Sunday being on a new Path already. It would make his own adjustments easier.

"I'm sure she's having the time of her life singing for her fans but you must be miserable. I mean the new year just came in and that usual expression on your face looks like it's been glued there since the last time I saw you." Totally not because she was bothering him on such a cold day in the first place.

"Come on you can tell me, not like we're back there anymore. I promise I'll keep any secrets.~~"

𝄞 Robin had wondered if this day would come sooner than planned because of the city's machinations. Two siblings that had been unable to reunite, reunited early because of the Stars. If she wasn't certain that the gaze of the Aeons did not look upon the city, she might have wondered if this was a prank upon fate led by Aha THEMSELVES.

Sunday hadn't revealed himself to her when he'd departed with the Astral Express. He'd surely had his reasons, and she understood the danger it would place her in within the Family if it came out that they'd met after his disappearance, but...

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE THEY CROSSED PATHS DIRECTLY? that day, back when he'd been under the guise of aiding the halovian, all while going along with that gambler's plan. far too long, he thinks, as arms cross over his chest, wondering if he even should approach the other. would the other be hostile toward him? not that ratio, himself, feels any hostility for sunday, but the feeling might not be mutual after everything was revealed.

so, he steps forward, taking a glance at the cookie that was slowly being cut, comparing it to the one on screen before he decides to speak. ❝ Well done. I'd give it as much as ten points out of ten, ❞ he states, genuinely impressed at how well it came out and has mirrored the design before them.

❝ It certainly holds a likeness to Miss Robin. Did you plan on gifting it or keeping it for yourself? ❞ small steps, a display that he was not here on behest of the ipc, let alone in any manner that was ill intentioned. hopefully the other would understand that, especially now that ratio has reached out for his own screen to begin designing one.

sunday, the former head of the oak family, though long since fallen from that seat of grace he had once proudly perched himself upon. whether or not he was happy about that little tidbit was debatable, though he could hardly deny feeling a twinge of satisfaction in knowing his plans had come out to the conclusion he had been aiming for.

though why, after all this time spent here, was he running into him now一

❝ Well, look who it is. ❞ instead of simply hiding away that may put him at a disadvantage, he's more than willing to sidle up to the very table that the halovian is sitting at, as if he were merely testing the waters. what aventurine feels seeing him again like this is something he can't quite exactly pin... it's a mixture of emotions, though certainly nothing warm-welcomed. ❝ Rather than wait to see what happens, I figured I'd drop by for a little chat. What do you say to some company? ❞

𝄞 "I'll admit, brother, I was a little surprised to hear that you wanted to accompany me shopping. Not in a bad way! I just don't remember the last time we really had casual time like this to ourselves..." Robin had met Sunday in one of the biggest malls in the city that morning after asking him if he'd had some free time. They'd barely gotten into the main hall when she'd paused to share her thoughts.

Though, the gaze of passersby was ever present. Halovians were well known for their beauty back home, so to see a pair of them in the wild even in a city that knew nothing about them, they were going to draw attention.

That, and Sunday was particular enough to have gathered some information himself. That was part of the reason he thought it best to sit and chat rather than walk and talk.

He sets his cane down against his chair, "To be clear, if I haven't expressed it properly, I am glad to see you. I hope everything has been fine for you here - and I apologize if you're alone. It's a terrible feeling."