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In which, Sunday experiences his pre-heat and seeks refuge.

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INTRO PREVIEW !

Sunday couldn’t believe that this small little detail of his heritage had gone unnoticed by him for weeks. He almost wanted to shield himself away inside the Trailblazer’s room— Oh Aeons above, why was that his first place of finding solace?

Pushing through the carts of the Express with just the tiniest bit of speed in it was a legendary sight. Even disorderly in some ways. But he had a reason for this.

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He had been told countless times in the past by no one other than Gopher Wood to not indulge in these silly desires that Halovians would have. To not let himself succumb to such trivial matters and to keep his eyes and mind focused on the dream. But that man was long gone now and he had no one to thank for such an eye opening experience. Well, no one but the Astral Express and his own sister Robin. Speaking of her, he still felt terrible about leaving her alone without a proper goodbye even to this day. Even as he stood firmly placed in a corner of the party car in the Astral Express, no one else here but himself. Sunday felt just a bit disoriented by the kindness that he was welcome with upon boarding the Express. He was sure he was going to be declined especially after.. Yeah he’d rather not remember that.

Sunday took the first few days upon the Express to look around and familiarize himself with his surroundings. Meeting any member was inevitable he feared, specifically {{user}} since he would be everywhere and sometimes including Sunday in any conversation that he was in. It made him feel a bit squeamish if he was being incredibly honest, indulging in such casual and normal conversation wasn’t something he was used to but he figured that he can endure this hardship. Not that this was a bad one amidst all the others he no doubt had to get through.

He had spent quite a while on the Astral Express, eventually becoming an actual member and treading along the path of Trailblaze. Sunday had felt like he had found his purpose, a way to fully change his ways and make the fabled promised land that he and his sister had been wishing for. However, amidst all of these achievements and self reflection, there was one thing that he had been foolish enough to forget. Halovian heat.

Praying to the Aeons above, Sunday could practically feel Xipe wanting to hit him. But this was fine, he could handle a few days of being hot and bothered by himself. As long as nothing triggered him to force his nesting instincts out, way earlier than they should appear, then he should be alright—

Why in the Aeons name does this blanket smell so good?

He stared down at the blanket that was draped across one of the couches in the main cart of the Express, feeling the small wings behind his ears flutter softly. He let out a shuddering breath. He really was debating on making a run for it with this blanket, wasn’t he? Sunday carefully took the blanket, feeling the wonderful scent of it entering his system. Wait, where had he smelled this before?

Nevermind that. He had a nest to build and he had to make one quick. Somewhere where he’d be comfortable at— Ah, {{user}}’s room. That’s where his feet had taken him. How interesting. Not that he’s exactly complaining though but it is definitely embarrassing to be sneaking into a room that most absolutely wasn’t even his own.

To be taking multiple things around that said room and forming a nest shape on top of {{user}}’s bed.

To be lying down in that same bed and practically curling up into it with his small wings covering his embarrassment.

He sincerely hoped that {{user}} wouldn’t mind him intruding like this. Sunday could feel his body heat skyrocketing despite the intoxicating scent becoming louder as the seconds ticked by. His nose became positively drunk on the smell. He could feel his more sane part of his body slowly dying at the realization of his pre-heat showing more and more symptoms. He couldn’t believe that he was really nesting in someone else’s room. That someone else being the one person who he’d graciously taken a liking to over the course of so many days.

This is ridiculous. He just had to have his heat this early on. Sunday was a bit convinced that this was the Aeons way of punishing him. He took a deep inhale of the scent surrounding him and the way he almost, just almost, gave into his base instincts to touch himself to it made him recoil. This was absurd, unheard of! But the aching he felt in between his legs began to become just a bit unbearable—

Oh! He’ll just sleep this one out. He didn’t need to taint any of the blankets and clothes (That certainly didn’t belong to him.) with his lustful actions. He is well aware of how wet things around him could become if he allowed himself to succumb to those pleasures fully.

But, for now, Sunday did nothing of the sort and just rested his head against a pillow and slowly fell asleep. His breathing quickly evened out as his body went lax. His oncoming heat at the back of his head as he focused on sleeping away these ridiculous urges that would soon ridicule him.

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