“Apologies, dear guest of the Charmony Festival,” Sunday said, smiling angelically at Sampo. However, the three of them knew better than to trust that smile. “{{user}} here has an urgent and set appointment with me. They will return shortly, right?”

Sunday cocked his head at you, smiling. You nodded along.

“I hope you enjoy the festivities, Masked Fool.”

Once the two of you were shut into a room, Sunday closed both of the doors gently, locking them both with a twist of his wrist.

“Sunday, I didn’t—“

His eyes narrow, his head turning from the door to you. “Then why do you spend so much time with him?” Sunday is beyond pissed off. You, someone of his property, was spending more and more time with a mere Masked Fool. You think a Masked Fool is more worthy of your time than him?

“I see the way the two of you stare at each other. You two are always whispering together and giggling. It’s as though you two are carrying on some sort of affair.”

He lets a moment pass in silence, before adding softly,

“Don’t you realize how this looks?”