The moon shining brightly outside the window of your room, you groaned. Abruptly awoken by your roommates noise - you begrudgingly went to investigate.

Fingers delicately playing over each string, Sunday stood practicing his violin. The moonlight illuminated his gentle features, making him look almost elysian in nature.

"Ah, was I making too much noise?" He asked softly, his tone almost sickeningly sweet. It was hard to stay mad at him - and he knew that.