Chicken Wing Boy

The Trailblazer straightened up calmly, a tipsy flush still on their face, but their eyes were unusually clear.

"What I like is you, being brave enough to express yourself right now, not Sunday who shrinks in the corner all day, refusing to mingle with the Express Crew!"

Stelle tossed her hair dashingly, refusing to believe it. She was always the one throwing straight balls at others.

No one could throw a straight ball back at her, no one!

She casually removed her gloves, grabbed Sunday, who was stunned by the straight ball, and pinned him down.

The situation had completely reversed.

Sunday lay on his back on the bed, his ear feathers obediently falling into the sheets with his hair, rising and falling slowly with the rhythm of his breathing.

The man blinked.

What did the Trailblazer just say?

Did he hear correctly?

Just now, Stelle's little mouth chattered so many words, could it ultimately be refined into the most condensed four words, which are:

I like you!

Is it because she likes him that she wants to touch his ear feathers?

Not like Sunday thought before, that any Aeon could do it casually.

The man lowered his eyelashes, feeling his cheeks were slightly hot.

Maybe it was a side effect of being confessed to, or maybe it was shame for misunderstanding the Trailblazer just now.

So the Trailblazer likes him, that makes things easy.

She just wants to touch his ear feathers, that's a simple thing.

Quick, Trailblazer, do it.

Lying on his back on the bed, Sunday could only look up at Stelle from a submissive position.

He also slowly took off his gloves.

Dry, warm, slender fingers slowly wandered along the sheets.

Catching Stelle's fingers pressed on the bed, he pulled them over.

Two hands that were used to wearing gloves touched each other's warm skin for the first time, both trembling.

In the darkness, Sunday's eyes were like twinkling stars, the shimmering light falling straight into the Trailblazer's heart.

He clumsily and carefully placed the Trailblazer's fingers gently on his ear feathers.

Stelle slowed her breathing. Just now, Trailblaze Stelle only pinched Sunday's ear feathers with gloves on, and couldn't feel anything at all.

But now it's different.

She didn't do anything at all, but Sunday took the initiative to grab her hand, inviting her to gently touch the most private and inviolable place of the Aeon.

Sunday's voice was even lighter than Stelle's slowed breathing.

"If it's you, I welcome you to touch them. Just, please be gentle, because it's... very fragile there."

Stelle nodded, her fingers stroking Sunday's ear feathers.

In fact, the Trailblazer had imagined the feel of these ear feathers the first time she saw Sunday.

Now she finally realized it herself.

Very soft, very smooth, very good to touch.

Her fingers slid over the ornaments on the ear feathers.

Aha's voice also sounded in her mind like a commentary, slyly.

[Aha: You don't know, because of this ornament, Sunday was nicknamed by Sparkle, I'll tell you, it's - 'Chicken Wing Boy', haha! That's so much fun!]

"Pfft."

The Trailblazer suddenly laughed.

Sparkle is really something, with a huge imagination.

How could she come up with such a fitting nickname, so interesting.

"Wha-what's wrong?"

Sunday's eyes were full of confusion.

"It's nothing."

The Trailblazer lay down, she lay on Sunday's heart, listening to his heartbeat.

"I just suddenly thought, thought about you boarding the Express, thought about having you accompany me on my future journey, and felt very happy."

As expected of an Elation Aeon, she doesn't even need a draft to lie.

She blinked and made up a lie to cover up the fact that she laughed out loud.

"I see."

Sunday had no suspicions as the Trailblazer leaned heavily against him, a weighty presence, though not to the point of being unable to breathe.

He simply relished the feeling of being completely relied upon by Stelle, each breath causing her body to rise and fall against his.

A subtle itchiness spread where her fingers had brushed his ear, and he knew without looking in a mirror that wherever the Trailblazer's fingers had graced, a delicate blush would have risen.

Sunday reached out, his palm supporting the Trailblazer's waist, afraid she might inadvertently roll off the bed.

"Huff… huff…"

Gradually, the sound of steady, even breathing filled the air.

Asleep?

Sunday turned his head to look at the Trailblazer, curled up in his arms, indeed peacefully lost in slumber.

The alcohol must have finally caught up with her.

He remained in place, acting as Stelle's human mattress, for an unknown amount of time, until she finally rolled onto the bed.

Sunday sat up, relieved, and glanced at Stelle, sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep.

"She really has no sense of caution."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he tucked the blanket around her.

Stelle's sleeping expression was simply too adorable.

Sunday watched her for a long time.

Finally, he leaned down and gently kissed the back of her hand.

He should leave; it wouldn't do to linger in a young woman's room for too long.

The man stood up, and as he passed the corner, his eyes met those of a creature with large, watery eyes.

Oh. Sunday vaguely remembered, it was the Pom-Pom the Trailblazer kept. She would often bring it to the Parlor Car, allowing the Express Crew to pet it to their hearts' content.

Sunday wasn't particularly interested in such small creatures, but unable to resist the Trailblazer's enthusiasm, he had also given it a couple of pats.

Now, he and this trash-cake were staring at each other.

This trash-cake wasn't asleep in the middle of the night.

And its eyes were so wide.

Sunday reasonably suspected that it had silently witnessed everything that had happened from the moment he and the Trailblazer entered the room until now!

But then he thought that Pom-Pom was just a cute Pom-Pom, and it couldn't talk.

So Sunday simply crouched down, patted its plastic shell, and gently closed the door as he left the room.

Unbeknownst to Sunday, the Trailblazer understood Pom-Pom.

The next day.

Pom-Pom: Meow, meow ୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭

Stelle: Oh, so you're saying Sunday kissed me while I was asleep? Where did he kiss me!

Pom-Pom: Meow, meow ⸜(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝

Stelle: Just my hand? Lame. I thought you were going to say something exciting, the way you were all worked up!

Pom-Pom: ! Meow meow ＜(｀^´)＞

And Himeko, Welt, March 7th, and Dan Heng were unaware that ever since Sunday had taken Stelle back to her room.

He had suddenly started trying to integrate into the Express Crew.

Sunday usually stayed put in the Parlor Car, but now he was willing to come to the Observation Car and chat with everyone.

The reason was simple: Sunday always remembered what the Trailblazer had said.

Because she liked his free and unrestrained nature, and wanted to see Sunday treat the Express Crew as his home, instead of staying in a corner of the Parlor Car all day.

That was all.