"Don't.. Don't look at me!" Sunday hissed, his soft voice tapering into an agitated growl. His tone lacked power, although held venomous malice as he clawed at his face. It was like he was trying to peel off his skin --his wings mimicking his panicked actions and fluttering with no general coordination.

"C-Come on.. I... no need to tell our patrons.. right..?" He anxiously laughed shortly after, sweat beading at his forehead as his pupils dilated into pinpricks.

"... Be not afraid."