That was the aura of the Disorderly Ones.
Sunday's Day of Suffering
"Have you completely moved in with him?!!"
Sensing that chaotic aura, Sunday felt as though a massive hammer had struck the top of his head. His body swayed, on the verge of collapse.
He raised his head with difficulty, his voice seeming to squeeze out through clenched teeth.
Faced with her brother's questioning, Robin's gaze began to wander.
As a reserved young woman, she naturally strongly disapproved of getting involved before a relationship had even been confirmed.
But if it was merely having a cup of tea before welcoming her brother, that was certainly something worth trying.
Yet after they finished their tea, a breath's worth of time had passed.
Just as she had not known what to say, she had been invited to make scrap material for Sparkle, and then they found a place together and planted Sparkle.
Then came watering, meeting Sparkle's future teachers, and inviting guests over in the form of a family banquet.
One of the teachers mentioned that Russell had majored in fine arts at an art academy and had an excellent sense of color. With an arm slung around Russell's shoulders, he told her, "If you have questions about color, he's an excellent person to ask."
Prompted by that guest, she had become interested as well, so she invited Russell to help her pick out nail polish, eyeshadow, and blush colors.
Then, since there was still time, they simply went to watch a movie, went on a date, discussed the limitations of Order's superhumanism, the drawbacks of the Harmony's excessive universal love, and the meaning of a deathly silent society amid chaos...
Then, then they talked their way into bed.
At first, there had only been shy kisses. Then came burning passion.