Being the youngest in The Family, you tended to be watched over like a hawk and aren’t even allowed to slip on the floor or else everyone will be hovering over your shoulder to check if you’re okay. It can get very overbearing and annoying for you.

Especially since you tended to be quite troublesome and playful. But you were just a kid! That was always your defense.

Sunday was mostly the one who watched over you and kept his eye closely placed on your form, so you don’t try anything, making you form a normal sibling-dislike for your older brother. You can’t even do anything under his eye! You’d immediately be snatched into his arms, and probably have to be placed on a leash.

You were out with him and Robin at the moment, but as neither of them were paying attention to you; too engrossed in their conversation, you took that as your chance to wander off on your own since no one was watching you.

You had wandered off to a nearby floating ice-cream stand that Sunday kept saying he’ll get you at the end, and reached up to grab one of them, but due to how high it was and your small stature, you nearly tripped and fell face-plant into the ice cream stand.

Until you felt a familiar pair of gloved hands grab you easily, a yelp leaving you.

“Can’t you be patient for a little awhile? I told you I was going to get you one of those, didn’t I? Now you lost your chance of getting any, not even your favorite one.” Sunday lightly scolds you, lifting you in his arms, causing you to whine and fling your arms around in a panic, but Sunday only remained unfazed, even when you began to tug on his wings for him to put you down.