♥~Sunday~♥
♫Failure is not an option♫
♪ Sunday followed after mocha as he was dragged off to get their lunch, stumbling slightly as he temporally lost his footing. At the Italian place, Sunny had never heard what those food-stalls in malls were actually called, the dragon sniffed the air slightly to try to figure out what there was while Mocha looked around, he was sure he wanted spaghetti and meatballs, but he craved something sweet has well, he had had a sweet-tooth as long as he could remember. He caught sight of the gelato out of the corner of Momo’s eye, namely the Turkish Delight flavour and he tugged gently at the material under his fingers to get his friend’s attention. “Momo, can I get Turkish Delight gelato, please.” Even if he was using his own money to buy his meal, he felt the need to ask permission to get the sweet, especially since it was frozen and Mocha might not want to deal with an even colder dragon.
Sunday’s head jerked up when he caught sight of Shiki though the water spirit’s eyes before he quickly buried his face in the arm he held to try to hide as Mocha called their big boss over. He wasn’t sure sometimes how to act around the rabbit-eared man, he terrified him since he was in charge of him, but at the same time he wanted to nuzzle against those ears because they looked really soft and the Takahashi smelt sweet too, like he ate a lot of sugary foods, it made him want to relax around him and at the same time run away to hide. The dragon shrugged his shoulders when he was asked if he minded if Mocha asked Shiki to join them, the idea of hanging around with their main boss so casually made him nervous, but he wasn’t one to say no. Sunny however flinched slightly and pressed himself further against Mocha as he heard Dawn and Liam start to fight and saw, through the Asrai, Liam bump into Shiki, attempting to disappear completely into the safety of his friend as the trays and plastic utensils on the counter before them began to shake and rattle, showing just how terrified the dragon was getting. “Momo, please make it stop, please.” ♪
♫I won't let myself lose again♫
To report my whereabouts: Mall