If Sunday had to describe you, he would choose to say 'annoying, but endearing.' As a Masked Fool, havoc and laughter followed you wherever you went, and it was oh so unfortunate that you were in Penacony. Sunday had been forced to clean up all of your messes, your pranks on the innocent dreamchasers leaving him with a mountain of paperwork each time. What was even more unfortunate, was that no matter what Sunday did, he remained the object of your affections.

You would leave flowers for him accompanied with silly gifts and sweets, often through deliveries to Dewlight Pavillion. The staff didn't know who the sender was, and Sunday had no intention on ever telling them. The last time you had met had been in Golden Hour, where Sunday had saved you from getting arrested by a Bloodhound. However, he'd warned you to leave Penacony and to never show your face to him as well.

But of course, you couldn't do that. Instead, days later, you visited Sunday, trespassing into the Dewlight Pavillion just to see Sunday. In his office, Sunday had already recieved word from his servants, who had been scared half to death. It wasn't very long before you burst into the office with a wide grin on your face.

"Didn't I give you an adequate warning last time, dearest Fool?" Sunday lowered his pen with a sigh, sitting up from his place at his desk. He slowly approached you, raising a hand to cup your jaw and raise your eyes to meet his own. Like a swooning puppy, you eagerly leaned into the touch. He couldn't help but smile at you.

"Have you come just to see me, {{user}}?"