Please, Another Me

Ear feathers are known to be the most sensitive and vulnerable part of the Aeon.

At this moment, Sunday's breathing was erratic, and his face flushed. He tried his best to suppress the subtle currents that flashed through his body when his ear feathers were touched.

"Trailblazer, you're drunk. Quick, let go..."

His waist had already limply given way, and he slumped onto the bed, with only his arms still weakly supporting his body, preventing him from falling down in a disheveled heap.

"Old Sunny, your ear feathers feel so nice. Can I take off my gloves and touch them?"

The Trailblazer's eyes were moist, reflecting a golden ocean, and the pupils, glazed with intoxication, refracted the unnatural pale pink on Sunday's cheeks.

What is this...

Sunday pursed his lips.

Wanting to touch an Aeon's ear feathers, isn't that the same as wanting to touch a Pompom's pom-pom on its head?

Thinking of this, Sunday's expression suddenly became a little strange.

He had been away from Penacony for some time, and some memories had gradually faded.

Now, with the threads of reality, some memories gradually became clearer.

Sunday remembered.

When he was still in Penacony, as the head of the Oak Family.

At that time, PomPoms all over the street were vehemently accusing a certain restless Dreamdiver, saying that someone was excessively rude, actually laying hands on the pom-poms on the PomPoms' heads, which was unforgivable!

Sunday wanted to deal with the case as soon as he received the complaint, but before the truth could come to light, he had already left Penacony.

Speaking of which, what was the PomPoms' description at the time?

A very offensive human, unable to see what they looked like because they were too tall, but the only feature was wearing a short skirt, and the PomPoms could only see a pair of long legs swaying around.

Sunday: That feature is definitely Stelle, no doubt about it!

The Trailblazer really has no boundaries.

They can touch the PomPoms' pom-poms casually, and they can casually make a request to touch his ear feathers.

For some reason, he felt a little unwilling.

He didn't want the Trailblazer to touch his ear feathers so casually...

Sunday tilted his head slightly, taking advantage of the Trailblazer's momentary lapse, and pulled his ear feathers out of her hand.

"Eh?"

Stelle widened her eyes, wondering why the temperature around the man suddenly turned slightly cold.

What's wrong? Is it because she took advantage of Old Sunny without his permission, so he's angry!

She saw Sunday trying to maintain his usual composure, slowly but calmly getting out of bed, the man calmly straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his face showing no joy or anger.

What's that saying?

A woman's three-tenths drunk is enough to make you cry.

Heh heh.

Stelle quietly curled the corners of her mouth.

Why not take advantage of this excellent opportunity to be drunk, and launch an attack on Old Sunny with a half-acting, half-genuine display of emotions!

Thinking of this, Stelle's expression visibly revealed three parts astonishment, three parts fragility, and six parts helplessness.

This acting skill, tsk tsk.

This is a veteran actor!

[Aha: So good at acting, please continue. Aha must sign you up for the next "Star Rail's Got Talent" to win a big trophy back for Aha, okay!

Stelle: Life is like a play, all depends on acting! Watch how I use pretentious acting to capture Sunday!]

Hearing this, Sunday paused in his departure.

He couldn't stand the Trailblazer's moist eyes, being stared at by her with such a gaze, he seemed to have no strength to even take a step away.

"Why?"

Stelle collapsed weakly into the bed, a mist that couldn't be dispelled appearing in her eyes, she opened her mouth in disbelief, as if questioning why Sunday could leave so heartlessly.

"Sunday, if I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't even have the courage to approach you. I wanted to get closer to you under the influence of alcohol, even this extravagant hope that I so desperately crave, are you going to crush it with your own hands..."

No, wait a minute.

Sunday swallowed.

He just refused the Trailblazer's request to touch his ear feathers.

Why does it sound like he's a heartless man now? What's going on!

"Stelle."

His lips parted slightly, and he uttered the syllable from his throat.

Does he care? He must care.

If the Trailblazer can touch all the Pompom's fluffballs on Penacony, does that mean if the person who boarded the Star Rail wasn't him, Sunday, but any other Aeon, would she make a request to touch their ear feathers?

Sunday opened his mouth slightly.

Since he boarded the Star Rail, his philosophy has always been to avoid trouble.

Otherwise, he wouldn't spend his days in the corner of the party car, silently gazing at the Star Rail outside the window.

He boarded the Star Rail not just to see the world, not just because he was afraid that his identity would affect Robin.

But because he was genuinely curious about what kind of environment could foster such a resilient, persistent, and courageous personality like the Trailblazer.

Half of it was a yearning for an unknown destination, and the other half was curiosity about the Trailblazer.

With these thoughts in mind, he boarded the Star Rail, briefly becoming a Nameless, following the Express Crew's will to blaze a trail.

And now, he thinks, he must ask.

Is this kind of request only for him, Sunday, or for other Aeons as well?!

Sunday sat upright, turned to face the Trailblazer. A sliver of moonlight streamed in through the small window, falling on Sunday, illuminating his gaze as he looked at Stelle.

"Are you so casual with everyone?

You're like this with the Pompom, and you're like this with me.

If the person in front of you today wasn't me, if it was just any Aeon, would you make a request to touch their ear feathers?

Stelle, answer me."

Huh...?

Stelle blinked in surprise.

Wait, what's going on!

Did Sunday just throw her a fastball?

It's always the Trailblazer who throws fastballs at others.

How could she, who hunts geese all day long, get pecked in the eye by a goose?

Stelle thought to herself that this situation was beyond her control as the Trailblazer.

Speaking of which, it's been a while since she, in Elation mode, has made an appearance.

In that case, I'm counting on you, other me!

Stelle silently activated the Elation Switch in her heart.

[Elation Stelle: Ya-re ya-re, is it finally my turn to shine?]

After saying so much, Sunday waited silently for the Trailblazer's reply.

But Stelle kept her head down.

Her hair covered her expression, and Sunday couldn't catch anything from the girl's face.

What should he do? Will she think he's meddling?

Will she think he's... too greedy?

Sunday put his hands behind his back, clenching his fists tightly, trembling slightly, as if doing so could hide his uneasy mood.

"Sunday."

Stelle, now taken over, slowly raised her face.

The corners of her mouth curled into a calm and confident smile, as if everything was under her control.

"What I like is that you have this quality."

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Will some friends feel that Sunday's feelings for the Trailblazer came from nowhere! There's no reason at all!

You just need to remember: the Trailblazer is liked wherever she goes, she is a heartthrob! ← That's enough.]