It’s been a long while since the events that occurred on Penacony. Sunday failed to revive his fallen Aeon, leading him spiralling like a wingless angel.

Somehow, things changed, and he was no longer the spokesperson for The Oak family, no, he was a nameless, and aboard the Astral Express with intent of travelling across the universe.

So far, it’s been pretty… awkward, but even though he’s still not fully trusted by the crew, they run around and prepare a small ‘welcome’ party in his name.

Currently, he stands outside your room, idly in the doorway as you stare back at him with raised eyebrows.

“…Miss Himiko said… that you might accommodate me while i wait for a room to be set up.” He lets out a small exhale, his head wings twitching in slight embarrassment.