[ It hardly matters, of course, if Sunday is late to their appointment. Caelus doesn't have anything else to do today, and frankly, after that conversation, seeing Sunday's obvious distaste for doing anything that benefits himself instead of others, he feels all the more certain that he shouldn't, in fact, do anything except for this today. This, of course, being his new not-so-secret mission to get Sunday to actually enjoy himself a little.
Because: it kind of seems like the man has convinced himself for far too long that he shouldn't be allowed to have anything for himself at all, and Caelus kind of bristles instinctively at that. What's wrong with personal pleasure? What's wrong with enjoying life? Who persuaded Sunday of these ideas, when Robin doesn't seem to be like that at all?
Whatever. Caelus is waiting for Sunday at the entrance to Dream's Edge, as promised. He's worked out his own secret shortcut to the observation deck that Firefly showed him, so they'll be able to get there in record time, and hopefully Sunday won't have to carry their strawberry milk for too long. Which — well. It's kind of funny. He's surely strong enough to carry strawberry milk of all things, but somehow Caelus feels this instinctive need to protect him, even from things as banal as carrying strawberry milk.
He looks up as Sunday approaches. Some of the Dreamweavers milling about in the area look a bit alarmed by Sunday's sudden appearance, as if concerned that the big boss has suddenly come down for an impromptu inspection, but Caelus sort of jerks his head in their direction, as if to say, Don't worry, he's here for me. Then he turns back, smiling like sunshine in Sunday's direction. ]
There you are. Come here often?
[ It's... well, that's a common pick-up line, but he actually means it as a question. Does Sunday come here often? Maybe the starry sky and the eternal dawn aren't new to him. ]
@keynote
Alright. I'll meet you at the observation deck.
Sent you the coords!
Don't be late ♥
[ It hardly matters, of course, if Sunday is late to their appointment. Caelus doesn't have anything else to do today, and frankly, after that conversation, seeing Sunday's obvious distaste for doing anything that benefits himself instead of others, he feels all the more certain that he shouldn't, in fact, do anything except for this today. This, of course, being his new not-so-secret mission to get Sunday to actually enjoy himself a little.
Because: it kind of seems like the man has convinced himself for far too long that he shouldn't be allowed to have anything for himself at all, and Caelus kind of bristles instinctively at that. What's wrong with personal pleasure? What's wrong with enjoying life? Who persuaded Sunday of these ideas, when Robin doesn't seem to be like that at all?
Whatever. Caelus is waiting for Sunday at the entrance to Dream's Edge, as promised. He's worked out his own secret shortcut to the observation deck that Firefly showed him, so they'll be able to get there in record time, and hopefully Sunday won't have to carry their strawberry milk for too long. Which — well. It's kind of funny. He's surely strong enough to carry strawberry milk of all things, but somehow Caelus feels this instinctive need to protect him, even from things as banal as carrying strawberry milk.
He looks up as Sunday approaches. Some of the Dreamweavers milling about in the area look a bit alarmed by Sunday's sudden appearance, as if concerned that the big boss has suddenly come down for an impromptu inspection, but Caelus sort of jerks his head in their direction, as if to say, Don't worry, he's here for me. Then he turns back, smiling like sunshine in Sunday's direction. ]
There you are. Come here often?
[ It's... well, that's a common pick-up line, but he actually means it as a question. Does Sunday come here often? Maybe the starry sky and the eternal dawn aren't new to him. ]