|| I saw that and jumped up because Sunday gats to do something! Huzzah!

Sunday knows that tone so he smirks a little, like a cat.

"Oh? And what if I do?" he asked playfully, "Will you punish me for it?"

"Finally. You know how I like to keep everything neat and tidy... hard to do that though without my filling system working. Hmph."

"Since it's corrupt, such a wish will probably just end in everything be on fire anyway," Sunday sighed. It was such a shame though, it would be nice to not have to worry about funds for a while.

"Never mind. Let's just put it outside and watch a movie. You can pick."

"Is that a... chocolate pickle?"

He's not sure whether to be disgusted or intrigued.

"I've heard that the Grail is corrupt. Any wish will lead to death... Get that thing out of my house now! And don't let it leave any mud behind."

Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy!

"And I... I've been traveling with them for a few months... and honestly... I feel useless; like a tool. I turn on when they want and shut up when they don't... It's...it's worse then it was at home."

"I don't think I will ever forget you," he answered, reaching for Gallagher's hand to hold; like the little black cat who didn't want the pets to go away.

"... Mm, well... I could of done without getting smacked in the face by a train," he admitted, leaning against Gallagher some more.

night.

"What about you? What do you think of when I'm not here?"

He enjoys the warm, gentle fingers in his hair, sighing tenderly, little wings flapping softly.

"Mm, I think about a lot of things," he admitted, "But I suppose I think about when you'll come back the most."

How he hoped Gallagher would come back and not just vanish like a phantom thief in the

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"And... yes, we haven't done it here... do we even have a private room?"

He'd become so used to the dream that when it had flipped over he'd gotten lost. His wings flapped a little as he tried to look around.

Sunday blushed as he listened to Gallagher explain and let out a surprised sort of chirp when he was suddenly manhandled and flung over his lover's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Hmph, this scruffy man, honestly.

"I'm not mad," he denied, still pouting, "I know you to well. It's fine."

"You would of had Robin and I sacrifice ourselves for that prefect world you designed. Do not lie to me."

He doesn't push the hand away. Even if he could, he doesn't have the heart too.

Most of his life, he'd though that his 'father' really had wanted the best for Robin and himself, had wanted to keep them safe. But...

"That is why we did all this, and my new virginity isn't getting any younger. So let's go."

Sunday gave Gallagher an exasperated look and resisted rolling his eyes. He was trying to be romantic and now his hound was getting distracted with semantics.

"I meant take me to the nearest somewhat private place and fuck me, hound," he said,

So different then the life he had lead before but this new one seemed more exciting and free then frightening. Least he would hold tight to his more experienced companion and hope so.