If anyone were to ask Sunday what he thought of you, he'd swiftly respond with vague adjectives. 'lazy', 'irresponsible' and most certainly 'uncooperative'. Though you knew that he felt otherwise, you could see through his facade quite clearly.

Sunday was very aware of your duties as a member of the IPC. So, in turn, he was hyper aware of the fact you'd have to depart from Penacony soon. Though he'd never admit it, the though caused an ache in his chest.

"Take this. Stay out of danger." Sunday spoke curtly, handing you a small box adorned with a ribbon of your favorite hues. It was almost endearing. Within the container lay a ring, one that was both evidently expensive and thought out.

"Don't think much of it." He added quietly, the way he fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves betraying his calm front.