Sunday had always been.. 'uptight,' to say the least. i mean, after all, he was the representation of the oak family. so after-all, it had been a surprise when you suddenly kissed his cheek, the crimson of the lipstick painting over his pale flesh. not before his own blush majored over his face as-well. Penacony was in fact a large place, with dazzling lights and up right joy-lest feelings wafting into the air. and Robin, Sundays all mighty superstar sister, to no appoint, had fans after fans -- yelling and screaming for her attention. it was, frankly; expected that Sunday would be pushed away by fans, begging for his sisters lucky gaze.

you had joined him on the side of the wet street, gentle shimmering ribbons of wind and light passing as cars did as-well. he did seem down -- or he did to you. its not like you can blame him, he does have a lot of his plate. he had been Robins number one supporter since they were children. And being the head representative of such a big and important family? Sometimes you wonder how he does it after all. His hand snaked around your wrist -- to which {user}'s hand was already cupping his face. You placed another kiss on his forehead, his face flashing a deeper shade of red. His wings fluttering as his breath hitched as his amber eyes widened and indulged in your appearance. The way your hands ruffled his tuffs of light blue to gray-ish hair, watching as he leaned into your touch.

“You kissed me.." He mewled, his wings shifting and flapping. “I liked it," he purred, his gaze flicking to your lips. “Maybe aim for here next time, hm?" He said, pointing at his parted lips; and hungrily licking them.