Sunday

Sunday from Honkai Star Rail “If you are born weak, which god do you turn to for solace?”

[fallenfromdivinity]

Sunday 一 Honkai Star Rail

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Adores his sister, Robin. Both were adopted when kids by Mr. Gopher Wood. Do not ask him about Charmony Doves.

An excellent pianist, soft spoken and polite.

Early on Sunday learned that small decisions could drive to terrible outcomes. Hence, he started to control everything he could to guarantee he would have the outcomes he desired. He believed only Order could save everyone.

Which led him to trying to sacrifice himself to revive a God.

Now a fugitive and welcomed by the Astral Express, he's trying to learn to let go of his controlling behavior.

Despite all, he is a very good listener and genuinely wants to make a better world for people.

[foreverembrace]

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.

He observes the other staff around him, walking into his changing room and offering a seat to Sunday.

"Live performances like this are neither entirely typical nor atypical. I have experience as an idol, but it's a bit different from live acting." He sorts through his stage costumes, looking back to his new 'friend'.

"Do you have any experience on the stage? Or do you tend to be more an audience member?"

[fallenfromdivinity]

"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.

He sat down at the appointed chair, watching as Ivan rummaged through his changing room.

"I have some experience. Either as a conductor, or playing the piano." Sunday explained, crossing one leg over the other and hands resting on his thighs. "But never as an actor. I suppose my talent is elsewhere."

[entropydistort]

"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.

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."

@fallenfromdivinity

[fallenfromdivinity]

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.

"I have seen Dan Heng." Sunday said as he put down the menu from the café they had sat down at. "Also some others, who are not from the Astral Express... My Sister, Dr. Ratio and Aventurine."

He picked a milk tea, and a small slice of cake to go with it. "I... I am happy to see you too, Mr. Yang. I am sorry you were also pulled into these unexpected circumstances, but I am glad to have you here. I haven't been completely alone, so you mustn't worry."

Yes, he couldn't put into words how glad he was for seeing Robin here.

[halovianhope]

𝄞 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.

Sunday's first mistake was thinking that his sister wouldn't call him on his bluff. "Oh, really brother? What were the things you needed? Do you have a list?" Her tone was light and playful, clearly letting him know she was skeptical about his motivations as any sibling might. She wanted to ask him if he'd met anyone in the city that had recognized him back home, for better or for worse, but left that topic aside for the time being.

"Hm... We don't necessarily need to start with the shopping. Are you hungry? Have you been eating properly in general? You have a bad habit of forgetting to when you get too busy." She could be no better when on tour, but she tried to keep that bad habit of hers in check.

[fallenfromdivinity]

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?"

Having her worrying about him made him smile a little more gently. Sunday reached to her and gently touched the back of her hand trying to reassure her.

"I am eating properly. Well... Timely at least. Sometimes I eat smaller meals to have more dessert." he confessed, but added. "You don't have to worry, I haven't been pushing myself that hard anymore."

Sunday wanted to show her this new side of him, the one he had been learning about during his travels with the Astral Express, one that he believed she would be proud of.

"I am getting hungry. Maybe we could get lunch together and then continue on to your tasks."

[witchful-eye]

★ 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.

That at least just further proved what he had already concluded; this man truly was not from Zozah, or any other place he was familiar with.

“Harmony and music, eh?”

Indeed, that sounded much more pleasant. Sunday didn’t really look the part, but Olruggio had learned that there’s more than meets the eye for most people. “So you’re a musician of sorts? A creative professional or something?”

How curious to see that a unique characteristic like this could hold such a meaning, it seemed almost outlandish.

[fallenfromdivinity]

"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."

"But as it turns out, none are my professions. Right now I am looking for my own path." Trailblazing his way to it, with his Astral Express companions.

"And you? What do you do?"

[scholarking]

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.

giving a nod, he cannot help but agree with the other, feeling as if it weren't for their initial opposition, they may have gotten along just as well as they were now. ❝ A chance to expand one's horizons beyond their limited view doesn't come every day. In fact, it may not even come in one's lifetime. It appears you've found a more than suitable place, both here and upon the Express, to achieve it, ❞ he replies, having seen far too many who were confined to their homes, of their own volition or incapable of leaving due to the circumstances of life, much as sunday had been.

and on some days, he had to be reminded the advantages he has in contrast.

the cookies he had been working on are finished, grabbing them to tuck away for later. ❝ Likewise. I've had the privilege before in my academics and travel. But, as per usual, I'm not satisfied leaving it where it is. Not yet, at least. ❞ that being said, there was always more to learn, even for someone like him.

❝ Where is it next you've been wanting to see? On this island, that is. If you're done here, perhaps you'd be willing to accompany me to it. Or better said: perhaps you'd be willing to allow me to accompany you. ❞

[fallenfromdivinity]

"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."

For Sunday, that still meant finding a Paradise, one where people could life fulfilling lives. Dr. Ratio's offer caught him a bit off guard, but not in a bad way.

"Very well. Your presence will be very much enjoyed."

Sunday also packed what he had done, storing it away for later. He'd probably have all of them in one sitting. "I was interested in visiting the Tempus Museum. I have been to the Opera nearby, but didn't have the chance of seeing it yet. Have you been there?"

[avginian]

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.

whether or not it would come down to that again remains to be seen. and yet, with the way sunday seems different from those fleeting reveries一

taking the chair opposite of him, he leans back into the seat, arms crossing over his chest as he crosses one leg over the other. ❝ Thank you. ❞ even if there was a subtle hint of a bite to his tone, there is still a sense of presentable politeness that mirrors sunday's own. only once a waiter passes by does aventurine instead flag him down. ❝ One cocktail, please. Start a separate bill, too, ❞ he mentions, almost as if replying to the other in an indirect way to his question. as much as they might not get along, he was hardly going to pile his own orders onto the other's bill.

❝ Looks like you've made yourself quite comfortable here. ❞ going by the most basic assessments, the first thing one usually wouldn't do after being ripped from their reality was go for a casual meal out. then again, the other had appeared initially out of sorts when he had interjected himself into his company's day. ❝ My bet is you've been around Spirale for some time now. ❞

[fallenfromdivinity]

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.

Sunday closed his eyes for a brief moment, forcing himself to put it all aside for a moment. These were completely different circumstances and Sunday saw the error on his ways. He had to be defeated, even if it stung. Aventurine might still not be his favorite person, but now they were here - this strange world, or parallel universe - and facing each other. Not as enemies. Not as allies.

"Comfortable might be too much of an exaggeration, Mr. Aventurine." Sunday looked into his eyes. "But I have found things to enjoy."

And now, what were they supposed to talk about? The past, the present or the future? Was there even any meaning to this? "I had heard about you. I met the Trailblazer a while back... She had mentioned you were here." Sunday said, noticing how he missed her chaotic energy now that he thought of her. "It took some time for us to cross paths. I suppose Spirale is not to be underestimated in its size."

Or maybe they just led very different lives in Spirale which made it harder to stumble upon each other.

"Have you been here long, then?"

[dragon-among-stars]

"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."

Old conversations. Plenty of friends. Other members of the Express. Faces that used to be lovers... could be lovers. Connections meant everything in a world like this. But then again, why make them if that connection would be severed in an instant when that person leaves mysteriously?

"My own research has left me with more questions than answers. And the Stars... well, they cannot be reached. Something so profoundly uttered, when we tend to reach for the stars of the cosmos every day of our journey, Trailblazing. Is this another test?"

[fallenfromdivinity]

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?"

And yet, he also felt sad thinking how he would feel if Robin left. It would feel like such a waste, now that they had the chance to reconnect.

[blackknightsgambit]

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.

"Your sister? How lucky, I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

He thinks lucky, however he's long since stopped crossing paths with his own for the betterment of her and his own mental well being. He does wish he had the option of at least visiting.

Finally, he began to lead the way toward the market, making sure to stay close as they spoke.

"It sounds like you're filled with nothing but good intentions," He offers as he continues, "You know what they say, it paves the way to Hell. Something like that can only be learned through trial and error. Push for change too hard and the whole structure falls apart. Push too gently and nothing changes."

As a man who gained the control of the world through bloodshed and lies, he lost far more than he gained. The self imposed exile after coming back from the dead was what he needed. What the world needed, regardless of how many people he left behind.

"But-- in regards to the little bird, I think a gentle helpful hand is exactly what it needs. Sure, nature can take its course, but us humans-- and halovians have their own natures. We do what we can and nothing more, so some water and some seed is reasonable, don't you think?"

[fallenfromdivinity]

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.

"Indeed. It would be a waste to let such a fragile life perish simply due to a mishap. We all make mistakes. Doesn't mean we must die for them."

[klaysurging]

"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..."

A pause, his cake barely touch. HIs coffee barely sup on. His eyes went distant for a moment, remembering the horrible moments of his life, and how it continues on and on until a never ending tapestry continued with his life of horrors.

"When you look good to the people, they will flock to you. Thus it becomes easier to get your goals set. thus a win win situation is set up for everyone. My charities get more money, and I gain more prestige."

"And what of you? You sound very much like a priest."

[fallenfromdivinity]

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.

"I must disagree, Mr. Klay. Waking up every day having to fight for your survival, having no prospect of how the next day will be, no perspective of a future they can plan for and facing hardships that could smolder anyone's dignity... And yet they keep going. No, Mr. Klay. These are some of the strongest people there are." Sunday looked up once more, curious to see what his reaction would be towards there. "A priest?" Sunday smiled with the corner of his lips. "Maybe I was something like that a long time ago. Nowadays I am but a traveler." And a fugitive from his home planet.

[witchful-eye]

★ 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.

To his question, however, the inventor denied his inquiry with a slight shaking of the head, a tad confused. When he saw the wings actually moved, he realized that these must have been actual wings, giving off the impression of a Quadryphon. “Ah, no, no! Not really…It’s just that the guys I mistook you for wear pointed caps with wings adorned on them. Not unlike yours.”

The image of the Knights Moralis was quite imposing, holding their staff like lances, weapons that were capable of inflicting unbelievable amounts of pain and suffering if crossing paths with someone they deemed deserved this treatment. Their wings were a symbol of authority; a witch’s hat was one of their most important accessory after all. It helped others to identify them immediately.  He made a gesture to simulate the halo levitating behind Sunday, bonking his own cap a little in the process. “From afar your silhouette had a lot of similarities with them. Otherwise I’ve never seen anyone like yourself before. Pardon my ignorance.”

[fallenfromdivinity]

"I see."

So, this man also did not come from a world where Halovians existed. He didn't mind that they were so uncommon, but would be curious to learn whether they existed elsewhere. "As you can see, my wings are truly part of me, not a simple decoration. It is interesting, however, that the wings are a symbol of this kind of power in your culture." He once again made them flutter, folding them slightly before putting them back on the usual position.

"For me, they usually mean you are somehow connected to Harmony. Which many times mean a special connection to music, but nothing more." Not only that, of course, but it seemed to be a common trait.

[blackknightsgambit]

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.

A funny thought of every time he himself were called a demon for his plans and schemes. Maybe this was a fated meeting, heh.

"Sunday," He nodded his head, finally directing the attention to the little bird that sat calmly in the other's hands, "Sorry for staring, you just surprised me a bit."

It's the politest way he could say it.

"You can call me L.L.. Do you always go out of your way to help wounded animals?"

[fallenfromdivinity]

"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."

Such was his gentle nature, that got massacred by real life and drove him in the end to almost commit atrocities himself. "I only wonder... Sometimes, when we help, we do more damage than help." the bird seemed to be comfortable in his hands, not having to bear the weight of his hurt wing. "Seeing the fine line between one and another can be very hard."

[klaysurging]

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.

Feeling a bit indulgement, he orders a slice of crepe cakes, made by dozens of very flat pancakes into one.

"Shipment of goods, importation of items from one region to another. Though often enough, in the end I use the excess to do charity events for the lesser fortunate."

quick to the point and without a verge of lying. He declines to say that his goods also included people and their digimon partners.

"You would be so surprise how often the generational rich often come in, wanting to look good for the public."

[fallenfromdivinity]

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?"

Sunday took a piece of his cake, letting out a soft sigh once he felt the delicious chocolaty dough melting in his mouth with the tinge of orange. "Was it a business need that you were fulfilling, or a personal one?"

[scholarking]

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.

❝ Will you? ❞ it was spoken in earnest, though a gentle tinge of surprise also laces his tone. ❝ If that is the case... I will keep that in mind going forward anytime I have any in excess. Far better for it to go to someone who won't put it to waste. ❞

especially since he knows how meticulous sunday can be when it comes to just about anything, let alone something he seems personally content with. a few more taps of the screen and a few cookies begin to be cut and shaped appropriately, allowing the doctor to focus his attention more on his company. ❝ Then I take it your journey from Penacony has been beneficial to you? ❞ whether within the vicinity of the island or otherwise, having been told little details of what sunday must have to go through back home given his station as merely a member of the intelligentsia guild and not a true member of the ipc.

❝ This island, though pleasantly mundane in many regards, has much to offer itself. Not only that, but it seems to be expanding in some ways. Have you thought to view it when more becomes accessible to us in time? ❞

[fallenfromdivinity]

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."

It was refreshing talking to Ratio in a position where they were not enemies and trying to over smart each other. He ended up smiling and nodding. "Yes, I would like to see as much as possible. I grew up and lived in Penacony all my life. I will take every opportunity to learn of other ways of living until I can find the best one for everyone." Sunday glanced back to him, leaving his cookies behind for now. He was not really good at baking anyway. "What about you, Dr. Ratio?"

[witchful-eye]

★ 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?

Olruggio shrugged, gently shaking his head in a kind of yes-but-no answer. “Not really, I just, uh, don’t really have good experiences with ‘em.”

It would be best not to divulge too much information about the situation. Not that he didn’t trust an otherwise kind-looking stranger, but he valued Qifrey’s privacy and the girls’ safety more. “Didn’t mean to accuse ya of something like that. It were your wings that startled me a bit. No hard feelings.”

The wings indeed were quite eye-catching, and now that he properly looked at the man as a whole and not just his unusual characteristics, he suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment and bashfulness. “Ah, sorry about that. I was just starin’ without a proper introduction.” The witch offered him a hand, “Olruggio’s the name. Nice to meet ya.”

[fallenfromdivinity]

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?"

Sunday glanced down at his hand and moved to take it, his touch gentle and delicate. "I am Sunday. Pleased to meet you. If you see someone else who looks like me, that would be my sister. She's also no one to be worried about"

[witchful-eye]

one of the girls @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.

“Uh, not to bother ya too much, but you’re not affiliated with, say, a government executive body, no?”

[fallenfromdivinity]

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.

"Are you a fugitive of sorts?" He asked. Maybe he was, like himself.

[klaysurging]

What kind of fruit was it?

"Its been far too long, the name escapes me now. Most likely the fruit itself is extinct..."

His voice turns wistful about the situation, everything about it was just... something that he needed to take alms with. Perhaps in the future he would find those companies, and destroy them.

"Oh, how opulent. Some of these cakes are caked with gold leaves, It must be quiet successful. Or fake."

[fallenfromdivinity]

"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.

"Some people like eating with their eyes, Mr. Klay. But as I said, I am more interested in flavor." he walked up to the cashier and asked for a slice of a chocolate with orange zest cake. And then he waited for Klay to order his own and pay. It was his treat, after all. Once they had their cakes in hand, Sunday walked to a small table, sitting by it. "Tell me, what business were you taking care of before arriving, Mr. Klay?