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[He has a headache.
Which really isn't anything new, nowadays. Sunday feels like the whole world besides him has gone a little mad. Even his darling sister had somehow been on board, saying that with someone helping with Sunday's duties, maybe he could take more breaks more often.
If only Robin knew.
It feels as though he has more to do than ever now that he has to keep track of what an IPC operative, of all people, is doing in Penacony. For all the flowery words about what this so-called partnership is supposed to achieve, Sunday doesn't trust a single assertion or assurance made by the other party.
Well, at least Aventurine has stayed in the Golden Hour today. And just as he has that thought about the report he'd been given earlier in the day, one of the staff members tentatively enters his office to tell him that Mr. Aventurine is here to see him.]
...send him in, then.
Which really isn't anything new, nowadays. Sunday feels like the whole world besides him has gone a little mad. Even his darling sister had somehow been on board, saying that with someone helping with Sunday's duties, maybe he could take more breaks more often.
If only Robin knew.
It feels as though he has more to do than ever now that he has to keep track of what an IPC operative, of all people, is doing in Penacony. For all the flowery words about what this so-called partnership is supposed to achieve, Sunday doesn't trust a single assertion or assurance made by the other party.
Well, at least Aventurine has stayed in the Golden Hour today. And just as he has that thought about the report he'd been given earlier in the day, one of the staff members tentatively enters his office to tell him that Mr. Aventurine is here to see him.]
...send him in, then.
hny!! my holiday was p relaxing, I hope yours was too!
It's a close thing, but he manages to bite back the full-body flinch and the instinct to snatch his hand back, but the stiff way he drops Aventuirne's hand and pulls away easily reveals he's not very fond of that kind of close contact.]
...You're not wrong.
[About how Sunday cares for all the lives milling around in the dream below them, at least. Kindness, on the other hand....well. To Sunday's ears, it doesn't sound like Aventurine means it wholly as a compliment. And Sunday doesn't think it's quite an accurate word, either.]
Maybe even a little more, considering you all but handed it over to me.
it was ty!! i've been busy with catching up but thankfully i should be around more now 🥹
( Which, unfortunate for Sunday, Aventurine is known for not being the most sane of mind.
What he considers is: the airship is flying above Penacony, several meters off the ground, and "Death" does not exist in it. He knows well how it works, has tried it himself while in his touring - but it's still a bet that has his heart racing at the thought.
With no word nor warning does Aventurine move towards the figurehead - which of course is a huge bird, what else would it be? -, steady on his feet as he climbs on it with a particular tranquility, despite the fall underneath. It's a beautiful view, all things considered. Only a fool would think otherwise of the illustrious Penacony, the perfect Dream vacation - pun intended.
It's only a shame there's no refreshing breeze. )
Why don't you join me? Consider it a test, or perhaps your first day on duty. "Death" does not exist in Penacony, but ( and here, Aventurine throws a pointed look at the sea of lights underneath, ) I'm sure you wouldn't want to see me endanger myself, right? If I am to trust you, Sunday, then you have to show me your word is worth it.