"It seems I've found myself in quite the predicament. I did not think a cup of coffee brewed by Ms. Himeko could have an effect such as this."

Sunday analyzed himself and tried to remain composed with the situation. As he looked at his hands, he seemed lost in thought.

"Strangely, memories of my youth with Robin are flooding back to me... It reminds me of our days when we used to sing, laugh together, and dream."

After a moment, Sunday cleared his throat.

"Luckily, I believe this to only be a temporary... mishap. I should likely regain my original form in a few hours. Until then, I might need some assistance as this frame isn't exactly ideal."