Bluesneaker

[bluestreaker]

Who: Sonic the Hedgehog [ bluestreaker ] & you there on the horizon
What: Sonic's acting suspicious.
Where: General campus area and woods
When: At sunset on October 17 and every sunset onward.
Other: Action tags or prose welcomed.



It was to say that it wasn't without immense difficulty that Sonic could act as normal. Eggman had really turned his world on its head and the end result was someone he cared for being caught in the crossfire. He had suspected, however, that it might've been Eggman's intention all along. Not that it made it any better.

Seeing as he felt he had little choice, every evening when the sun began to set, Sonic would leave the dorms. He'd never say anything and he'd never be around the buildings after the sunlight had distanced itself from the academy. If anyone had been paying attention or attempted to interact with him, his cheery nature seemed forced. If anything, he looked exhausted and worn, beaten into submission by something within the back of his mind. Not that you'd exactly know it, but perhaps the more perceptive would find it worrisome when he'd stop smiling as soon as he was finished talking and take off in the same heartbeat.

Out the dorms and into the depths of the woods. This was his new routine. And, he could tell ya, he wasn't particularly enjoying sleeping in the woods every night since he found himself injected with this Werehog disease all over again. All that mattered was staying away from everyone until he knew how to combat Eggman's overpowering whistle.

Whenever that would be.

[ooc: So once the sun goes down, Sonic turns into this guy. Depending on when you bump into him, you might catch him as hedgehog and watch him transform or just start with the fluffers.]

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[obfuskate]

"Me, for the simple fact that you would not use your full jaw power on me."

Shadow smirked, peering right up at him. Oh, he knew he wouldn't do that. He'd hesitate, surely, out of preventing any major, unnecessary harm. That huge maw could crush him, should he want it to, and Sonic, wanting to kill him?

He...

He knew him better than that. Trusted him, even.

[bluestreaker]

Oh.

Well... that was true.

"Don't sound so sure!" He wasn't looking right at him, lip up in a snarl and eyes averted, so yeah. Feel free to sound pretty damn sure.

[obfuskate]

"That only serves as further proof." Smugly, Shadow curled his finger beneath his chin, tickling him in a little 'coochie-coo' motion. This puppy sure was well-trained, but Shadow? He wasn't.





Bite.

Did he just chomp on his collarbone? Wow, yes. Yes he did. He was gentle about it, sure, making it more like a nibble, but still. Rude.

[bluestreaker]

Those ragged but sharp ears were withdrawing with a threat increase. He flipped his head away from his hand to make it a point.

"Shadow..." His voice rumbled in its cage of tiny pearl knives. "Knock it off-- OW!" Still a pinch he wasn't expecting! "What the heck?! You actually bit me!" WHO DOES THAT?

[obfuskate]

"I told you that I would," he informed him, that complacent smile unwilling to drag itself off of his muzzle. In fact, that reaction was beyond amusing, to the point that his tail was audibly thumping against the dirt.

"Do you not take me seriously? Tsk." Shadow shook his head, his forehead bumping into the area he just nipped. "Shame on you."

[bluestreaker]

"I never take you seriously," Sonic grumbled, though he obviously wasn't being honest. Maybe. To make a point (or just bother him) he migrated his digit back around, pressing his claw right into the fluff and giving it a ticklish scratch. "I mean, how is anyone supposed t' take a hedgehog that looks like he's outta the 1700s serious?"

[obfuskate]

"Need I remind you who you are-- hng--!!" Shadow flinched roughly beneath his touch, not having expected him to do that. Well, that got his grin wiped right off of his face. Did he not realize how sensitive that area was? Even Maria did not have permission to touch him there. Granted, he regretted not letting her before she'd passed, but... that was not the issue at hand here.

He smacked Sonic's hand away, glaring at him with a vicious, silent warning to not do that again.

Bad puppy. No biscuit.

[bluestreaker]

Oh yeah, he knew. That was precisely why he did that so deliberately. Sonic snickered as he was disciplined, clearly not taking this serious. His palm took residence behind him again, followed by his eyebrows rising, as if to ask "Even?"

[obfuskate]

"... Hmph."

Shadow took to burying his face back into his fuzz, ears drooping with frustration and fatigue. He was just... done. So done. He was tired and Sonic was aggravating him, both because of this dire situation and his attitude. He just --

He just wanted him to be normal again for his sake.

"Just go to sleep."

[bluestreaker]

Shadow might feel a furry muzzle pressing into the top of his skull, Sonic's bulky form starting to curl around Shadow's big ol' head to get comfortable for the night. He was way ahead of him, drowsily mumbling something against him. Something impolite, no doubt.

Between the blankets and his coat, Sonic didn't really need Shadow for any additional body heat to fair against the frosty night, but he wondered before conking out if he was doing his friend any good.

It was just really nice to have company again.

[obfuskate]

He was doing him good. Shadow was relatively warm, which was perfectly fine by him. He endured a slight chill, but it wasn't too big of a deal. His body could handle far more than most, so being stuck out in the autumn weather was the least that could bother him.

Not to mention, being cuddled up to a giant fuzzball like Sonic...

That was enough to warm even his own icy heart.

With that in mind, he slipped his eyes shut, his breathing slowing as sleep overcame him and wrapped him in its solacing embrace. If Sonic was conscious for long enough, he may or may not have felt a smile poking at the skin beneath his fur.

Goodnight, Sonic.