"Perhaps next time," he said, though it was unclear if he meant it, "The others are busy with their own tasks. As for why I'm here..."
He glanced back at Gallagher.
"That is for me to know and you to find out."
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@blazingflames.bsky.social
"Hm, good evening, ma'am, may I help you?" Sunday asked, seeing the lady approaching him. He nodded to her, slightly but respectfully.
— 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙝.
"You mean you were walking around half naked? ... Well don't let me stop you. In fact, perhaps I should be disappointed that you'd leave me out of the fun."
"Happy New Year to everyone. May you have wonderful luck and all your weekends are peaceful."
Gosh darn it, he wanted to sink his teeth into some... thing.
"I was trying to be stealthy," Sunday admitted, coming out and trying to resist pouting. He approached and settled nearby, watching the smoke rise from Gallagher's cigarette, the softness of his lips.
The halovian blushed and looked away.
"Well, ahem, you taste much better for certain," Sunday said, clearing his throat, "Maybe try one of those long pretzel sticks and chocolate next time. Sweet and salty tend to work better then sour."
He coughed again.
@woofgallagher.bsky.social
He peers around the corner, wondering what Gallagher was up to.
The once head of the Oak family jerks a bit in surprise, tears forming at the corner of his eyes from shock at the sudden pickle in his mouth.
Oh... oh good heavens he was right. It was awful.
He coughed.
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@loadedgun.bsky.social
"So, how often are you wanted: ... Dead or Alive? Which one?"
Sunday knows that tone so he smirks a little, like a cat.
"Oh? And what if I do?" he asked playfully, "Will you punish me for it?"
"Finally. You know how I like to keep everything neat and tidy... hard to do that though without my filling system working. Hmph."
|| Bluesky might be quieter but it's nice being able to see all my blogs on one window.
"Since it's corrupt, such a wish will probably just end in everything be on fire anyway," Sunday sighed. It was such a shame though, it would be nice to not have to worry about funds for a while.
"Never mind. Let's just put it outside and watch a movie. You can pick."
"Is that a... chocolate pickle?"
He's not sure whether to be disgusted or intrigued.
"I've heard that the Grail is corrupt. Any wish will lead to death... Get that thing out of my house now! And don't let it leave any mud behind."
Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy!
"And I... I've been traveling with them for a few months... and honestly... I feel useless; like a tool. I turn on when they want and shut up when they don't... It's...it's worse then it was at home."
"I don't think I will ever forget you," he answered, reaching for Gallagher's hand to hold; like the little black cat who didn't want the pets to go away.
"... Mm, well... I could of done without getting smacked in the face by a train," he admitted, leaning against Gallagher some more.
night.
"What about you? What do you think of when I'm not here?"
He enjoys the warm, gentle fingers in his hair, sighing tenderly, little wings flapping softly.
"Mm, I think about a lot of things," he admitted, "But I suppose I think about when you'll come back the most."
How he hoped Gallagher would come back and not just vanish like a phantom thief in the
@mythussfable.bsky.social
He cuddles up against Gallagher's warm back, sighing softly. He doesn't really need attention, so whatever Gallagher was working on he could keep doing. The halovian just wanted to be near him.
"And... yes, we haven't done it here... do we even have a private room?"
He'd become so used to the dream that when it had flipped over he'd gotten lost. His wings flapped a little as he tried to look around.
Sunday blushed as he listened to Gallagher explain and let out a surprised sort of chirp when he was suddenly manhandled and flung over his lover's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Hmph, this scruffy man, honestly.
"I'm not mad," he denied, still pouting, "I know you to well. It's fine."
"You would of had Robin and I sacrifice ourselves for that prefect world you designed. Do not lie to me."
He doesn't push the hand away. Even if he could, he doesn't have the heart too.
Most of his life, he'd though that his 'father' really had wanted the best for Robin and himself, had wanted to keep them safe. But...
