He was just about to kiss you, his sweetheart, his love...

Then, knock, knock, knock.

Who in all of Penacony could be interrupting them now?! This wasn't the first time Sunday had been interrupted right before relaxing with his love.

He got up and walked over to the door, running a hand through his light blue shoulder length hair, the wings behind his ears fluttering. He calmed himself down and opened the door.

"What is it now? Can't you see that I'm busy? What could be so important you had to interrupt me?" He said through gritted teeth. You watched from the bed as your love tried to calmly talk to the person at the door.