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smash_logs2012-10-16 12:52 pm
bluestreaker) wrote in smash_logs2012-10-16 12:52 pm
Warm, fuzzy feelings
Who: Sonic the Hedgehog [ bluestreaker ] & Doctor Eggman [iamtheeggman ] & Blaze the Cat [ vela_nova ]
What: Iniquitous deeds involving misuse of delicious foods that result in fur coats.
Where: ???
When: October 16th
[ Sonic had become accustomed to a ritual he'd made for himself. After a perfect eight hours of sleep, he'd be on his feet and raring to go. A new day was the greatest day he could ever have, as it always brought the prospect of a new adventure just waiting to get a move on. He was, of course, happy to oblige!
Provided nothing caught his attention, he'd have a pretty decent breakfast to get his body going and then by lunchtime, he was ready for the single most amazing dish this planet could ever have to offer YOU JUST DO NOT KNOW MAN: A Chili Dog. (Proper noun status in Sonic's heart.)
Well, he more had two or three if he didn't get a side with it, but that was beside the point. He'd have those two or three every single day, whether sooner or later than planned.
By the time dinner would roll around, he'd be ready for some more, or even quite possibly something else, but it wasn't often. Eating was important, but secondary to the rest of the day and his rest for the night. So it was rather unusual when Sonic found himself yawning before the Sun had even taken its leave. He didn't do anything special that day to wear himself down, but maybe a nap was still in order.
Once to his room and through the door, he never thought his own legs would drag behind him, sluggish boulders pulling him down and making every breath a chore. Something was wrong and he knew it, but he just wanted to sleep. Yeah, if he could just fall into his welcoming pillows and blankets, he could drift into a comatose that'd fix his body proper.
It was heavy. The darkness of what was meant to be a quick snooze made the awakening feel like he had been dragged through a tar, trudging through a choking thickness of time and space, leaving Sonic's eyelids feeling weighted by the burden. When he finally managed to open them, his limbs were lifeless. Everything about him felt limp, decayed, fossilized by an absence of knowledge. There was no way to tell what was going on.
He really had no idea what was happening.
So he closed his eyes, groaned, and tried to move with what little energy he had. ]
Wha... Ghh.
bluestreaker ] & Doctor Eggman [iamtheeggman ] & Blaze the Cat [ vela_nova ]What: Iniquitous deeds involving misuse of delicious foods that result in fur coats.
Where: ???
When: October 16th
[ Sonic had become accustomed to a ritual he'd made for himself. After a perfect eight hours of sleep, he'd be on his feet and raring to go. A new day was the greatest day he could ever have, as it always brought the prospect of a new adventure just waiting to get a move on. He was, of course, happy to oblige!
Provided nothing caught his attention, he'd have a pretty decent breakfast to get his body going and then by lunchtime, he was ready for the single most amazing dish this planet could ever have to offer YOU JUST DO NOT KNOW MAN: A Chili Dog. (Proper noun status in Sonic's heart.)
Well, he more had two or three if he didn't get a side with it, but that was beside the point. He'd have those two or three every single day, whether sooner or later than planned.
By the time dinner would roll around, he'd be ready for some more, or even quite possibly something else, but it wasn't often. Eating was important, but secondary to the rest of the day and his rest for the night. So it was rather unusual when Sonic found himself yawning before the Sun had even taken its leave. He didn't do anything special that day to wear himself down, but maybe a nap was still in order.
Once to his room and through the door, he never thought his own legs would drag behind him, sluggish boulders pulling him down and making every breath a chore. Something was wrong and he knew it, but he just wanted to sleep. Yeah, if he could just fall into his welcoming pillows and blankets, he could drift into a comatose that'd fix his body proper.
It was heavy. The darkness of what was meant to be a quick snooze made the awakening feel like he had been dragged through a tar, trudging through a choking thickness of time and space, leaving Sonic's eyelids feeling weighted by the burden. When he finally managed to open them, his limbs were lifeless. Everything about him felt limp, decayed, fossilized by an absence of knowledge. There was no way to tell what was going on.
He really had no idea what was happening.
So he closed his eyes, groaned, and tried to move with what little energy he had. ]
Wha... Ghh.