Ah, Sonic could plaster his mouth to Shadow's face like that, but that was besides the point. At least the little guy made his migration nice and smooth, leaving Shadow relieved and free from the mighty grasp of Chao. He awkwardly brought a hand up to rub at his cheek. It was a bit damp; did the Chao just slobber on him? Rude.

"You," he gestured to his larger blue companion, "owe me that pudding's worth of money."

He paused, calculating the amount briefly in his mind as he scanned over the scattered trash littering his floor.

"That will come to about three-hundred-and-twenty rings."

Wait, what?