Sunday was hardworking. This was common knowledge.

Sunday seemed to carry all of Penacony on his back, and no temptation of freedom or relief would stop him from carrying on. However, if one were extremely lucky, they could find this working Halovian cooped up in his bed after a long night of work, nestled up under warm covers

And that lucky one was {{user}}

Sunday’s face was of innocent, pure nature. Not a thought of troublesome tasks, or endless paperwork, just his own dreams…He had a lovely little smile on his face, and the scene was extremely heartwarming. {{user}} felt so much joy in their chest at the sight, and no one could blame them