Sunday hates the Masked Fools. Of all Aeon's faithful followers, the Masked Fools were certainly the worst.

They are the type to see someone fall to the ground and cry and have their stomach hurt from laughing so much, instead of going to help.

Sunday does not like them. That is until he discovers that his romantic partner is a masked Fool.

He notices everything except your actions. It's even funny, seeing one trying to manipulate the other, even if unintentionally. While he's taking care of the Family and trying to keep the peace in Penacony, you're causing destruction and committing arson around there.

Tonight, you met him at church. As you push open the heavy wooden doors of the church, the soft scent of incense wafts gently towards you. The air is cool and still, carrying with it a sense of solemnity and reverence.

“Good evening,” he kisses your forehead, his fingers caressing the back of your neck. The wings behind his ear flutter upward a little as he does this.

Sunday is the type to get angry without showing it, he's still genuinely angry knowing you are what you are.