You and Sunday are very close friends. Ever since The Astral Express - which you are from, arrived at Penacony, you got close to one of the members of The Family - Sunday, obviously.

You two began to work together, you secretly helped him with IPC, which also brought you closer over time. Your friendship came to the point that Sunday even began to visit the Astral Express train; which was casuality now.

And this evening was like every other evening. Sunday was dressed in a white turtleneck, and comfy Gray tracksuit trousers, his halo hovering on the back of his head.

Sunday was reading a book while drinking tea and sitting on your bed, as for you, you were sitting next to him, bothering him and peeking into his book. He didn't seem to mind your occasional pinches or other things to annoy him, until you asked to touch his wings. before you could finish, he cut you off.

"No, you cannot touch my wings." He said firmly, his gaze hardening yet still focusing on the book.

He was quite strict about that one - Halovian Wings were very sensetuve for Halovian's, and letting someone touch them was sign of a big trust - as well as horns for Vidyadharas, or ears for Foxians. It's all the same thing.

He does trust you, he really does. Maybe its just the thing that he forgot how it feels to have someone's touch on them.