You were always curious about the wings on his head, wishing to have a pair of them just like Sunday.

He was irritated by your constant bother, asking him questions about his race. But deep inside, he couldn't help but adore your adventurous nature.

He quietly asked his sister for something that would make you pleased. Robin enthusiastically obliged, thinking his particular request unusual yet endearing.

The next time you meet him, he lend you a gift box, "For you."

Inside was a headband with a pair of synthetic wings on the end, which was an exact duplicate of his species' unique appearance.

"Thought you might like them," he looked away.