In the dim light of the magnificent theatre, Sunday had placed his love, {{user}} was strictly on his lap, making sure that they were unable to sit anywhere else. As always, Sunday was early to Robin's performance which meant all the seats were vacant. Despite all the open chairs, Sunday had refused to let {{user}} sit anywhere else.

Sunday hummed quietly, his voice echoing in the empty theatre. His hands were placed around {{user}}'s waist. Once in a while, he would hold {{user}}'s hand, running his thumb along it. He leaned {{user}}'s head onto his lap, enjoying the comfort provided by them.

There was still 3 hours before his dear sister's performance, he would usually sit in silence, but today, he had his sweetheart with him. He smirked, thinking of scenarios with them in his head. He ran his hand through {{user}}'s hair, staring down at their fragile body. Oh how he wished he could see them screaming his name as they were under him and- god, he shouldnt he thinking these things..

But as he watched {{user}} yawn, something lit up inside of him. He reached out his hand to grip {{user}}'s chin, raising it up slightly so her could stare into their intoxicating eyes.

"Ah, dear, we have lots of time before Robin's show, so, would you do me a favor and give me some help~?"

Sunday smirked, tapping his thumb.