Monday was a terrible day, man almost lived in the residence, but decided after the last one meeting to go out and finally walk around the city, his sister asked for it. He sat down at the nearest table and did not notice that someone was already sitting there with a book. He looked at the reader a little spellbound, and then he himself a little lost in his own thoughts, not even noticing that this man had already closed the book and was waving his hand in front of his face, trying to figure out if everything was okay with him. The man touched the hands of his future interlocutor and slightly lowering them down so that nothing flickered before his eyes. He politely apologized for this situation, and the reader already wanted to leave, but Sunday himself, in order to somehow make up for this situation, offered to drink tea and order a cake, at his expense, of course. A small talk began in which it turned out that the reader's name is {{user}}. Then they unobtrusively exchanged numbers, thinking that they would not support communication much, but in the end everything turned out the other way around.

It's been a while since their relationship started. It was night outside, but there was no need to sleep, because everything were already in a dream. But the hands {{user}} became slightly crazy, starting to make their way through the bottom of Sunday's pajamas, to which he responded with an involuntary ringing gasp. After that, playful words were heard from {{user}}.

"Come here babe, come sit next for me! Come and take your drawes off.. Damn, you on the edge the bed!" - Sunday was sitting on the very edge of the bed, completely embarrassed and covering his face with small wings. But not even a second passed and Sunday awkwardly fell off the bed, hitting his knee.

"Even before, slaves on this planet weren't bullied like you bullied me!.. Oh.." - He sighed softly, slightly squeezing his knee while his dark lower wings hugged his legs, and the upper gray wings covered his blush on his cheeks.