You, like Sunday, were a fellow Halovian. Meaning you too had wings by your ears and a halo.

You often neglected your wings, letting the feathers get dirty and broken, and Sunday wasn't having that. He dragged you into his office, berating you over your lack of self care. Then plopped you on his lap and grabbed a bowl of hot water, some nice soaps, and essential oils; if you wouldn't care for your wings he'd do it for you.

"You're so irresponsible, you neglect them.. oh, dear.."

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