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happy incredibly late birthday to a member of the geriatrics' ward.

Who: Shadow the Hedgehog [

obfuskate ] & Sonic the Hedgehog [

bluestreaker ]
What: SURPRISE! Sleepover!
Where: Shadow's dorm
When: 12/24, after the Christmas party
Warnings: kawaii

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the dorm,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a worm.

Classical poetry tossed into a blender and mangled like tomatoes in a milkshake aside, Shadow the Hedgehog was, indeed, fast asleep. Not a sound or creak was to be heard apart from some soft, nearly silent chirps from the slumbering 'hog, all beyond his control. Despite such a rowdy party, he was content and perfectly happy, if not purrfectly, to the point that sleep came to him so easily in the best of ways. He was warm, cuddling into his blankets and covers, with his tail wrapped protectively around his hip.

This was all he wanted for Christmas: a good night's sleep.

Too bad it wasn't about to last.

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NOT IN THIS UNIVERSE.

Sonic had plenty of time to break out of the party and rush back home to prepare what he needed for the evening. He spent a couple of hours zipping back and forth largely unnoticed, able to easily attend to both events going on as he needed to. The warp pipe between Daisy's castle and campus might've slowed him down just a tad, but it still turned out alright by the end of the night.

Granted, it was darn late by now, breaking far into the middle of a moonlit Christmas Eve seeping into the holiday itself, but that didn't stop the holiday hedgehog from his mission.

A backpack stuffed to its bursting seams fixed on his back, Sonic was at Shadow's window, doing what he did best and getting the sucker open because why doors? No one needed doors. Besides, he couldn't risk getting caught in the mistletoe again. One hand burdened a small brown paper bag while the other worked the panel up, and before anyone knew it, he was slipping into Shadow's room. Whether he went unnoticed or not was yet to be seen, but he didn't care much if he had been caught. He wasn't here to be secretive.

For the time being, Sonic wasn't. He'd find Shadow knocked down for the count instead, his back facing him, breathing broken by his spontaneous peeps, coming at random and with an erratic pattern, or rather, a lack thereof. It's just loud enough for his intrusive blue brosephine to hear, but quiet enough so it didn't disrupt the silence. Instead, it melted with it, fitting with the tuneless air of the night and bringing a solacing ambiance.

He was perfectly fine. He wasn't even dreaming either. He was not restless, just sleeping, dozing and relaxing until the next morning; at least, that's the plan he had in mind.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Sonic had set his bag down against the wall, closing the window before a sweeping draft made for an unpleasant awakening. The paper bag took a seat on the sill before he walked over to Shadow's bad, hovering over him like a looming ghost of Christmas. As he reached out to try and wake him up, he stopped at the timid noise meddling with the affairs of silence more than one may think. These hedgehog ears were sensitive enough to catch that, anyway, so rather than shaking him awake, Shadow might stir to the careless "PFFFFT" that would ring through the air.

He couldn't help it. That was a ridiculous way to snore, dude.

Oh, no. He did more than just stir.

Shadow heard that noise and those ears, sharp as knives in the air, stood tall. He heard that... that something that tossed him out of his perfect sleep, so instinctively, he rolled over to investigate.

He then saw Sonic looming over him like a creepy vampire watching his girlfriend sleep, except not nearly as bad.

In a matter of five seconds, these events occurred:

His eyes doubled in size.

He wondered why the hell he was here at... whatever time this was now.

He seethed internally over how he was waking him up when he was in the best state possible.

He then took all of that, balled it all up into one fit of dazed anger, and unleashed it with a swift kick to Sonic's shin.

Nope. Not having it.

"Woah--!"

Fortunate for Sonic, he was a little more prepared to take a severe beating for sneaking in, so he didn't drop his guard for a second when he arrived to avoid dealing with just that. He took a swift dive backward to avoid that unforgiving fury and threw his arms up, trying to suppress his laughter while quelling Shadow's understandable rage.

"WAIT! Wait! Shadow! It's just me!" Not that that'd stop him, but he could try!

That snarl he gave in response was nothing short of vicious, however toned down it was by the haze of sleep over his person.

"I know."

Shadow was in no mood for any of this. He was sleeping and Sonic decided now was a fine time to bug him? This was madness!

"What do you want?" He hopped straight into interrogation as he slowly rose from the bed, not yet standing, but sitting weakly. He pressed his tongue into the roof of his mouth, trying his best to stifle the yawn that threatened to come. He was incredibly sleepy, no thanks to that rude awakening.

Sonic began to approach him again, hands still up in defense. He wasn't going to do any harm, so don't be a dick, Shadow, by beating up someone who isn't going to fight back! Right? Right.

God, he hoped.

In any case, Sonic stalled his efforts a couple of feet out of range from anymore swift-swinging swords disguised as legs. "To spend the night," Sonic explained honestly, head dipped forward as he watched Shadow's expression carefully. "I just wanna sleepover."

... Ah.

Well, that much, he could give. He almost wanted to refuse, simply on the grounds that Sonic had interrupted his own beauty sleep, but it was Sonic. He couldn't just turn him down.

He gave a long exhale, one that soon turned into a full-on yawn, as he was no longer able to keep it in. His tail still twitching behind him, a display of his irritation, but he wasn't going to throw a fit of rage here.

"Fine." He then eyed the bag in his hand with just one peeper open, the other being rubbed by a bare, balled fist. "What is...?" The bag. The bag. Words, Shadow.

"It's just one ni-- Fine?" Sonic choked, realizing he was giving a concession speech for a match he'd won. He was actually okay with it? Well... Wow. He was expecting an argument and at least one piece of furniture to go flying at his head. This was more than he could ever ask for!

But ah, the bag, right. Sonic gripped down on it as if it would burst out and reveal its contents before he could show it to Shadow himself. He supposed he could reveal what was within it now, walking over and standing before him to prepare to do so.

"I kept my word, ya know. I didn't get you anything." He's just going to say that now.

Shadow finally stood, toes wiggling within his warm, fuzzy, grey socks. He stretched a small amount, relaxing his muscles from head to toe afterward. He didn't get him anything, yet he was barging in on him with a bag of... something. He never did that when he busted into his room, so what was up with that?

"Then what is in that sack?" He was still a tad dazed, but his senses were beginning to sharpen as he got used to be awake. That meant those eyes, that expression was beginning to show itself at full force, sour as a pickle.

He better not have gotten him something. Tch, birthdays.

He didn't, crabass!

Sonic reached his free hand out to take Shadow's, twisting it til his palm was up.

"Gotta close your eyes."

That...

Seriously? What in the world was he planning?

Fine. Shadow silently adhered, keeping his hand in place and shutting his eyes closed. At least he was fair enough not to try to peek.

Finally! Dang.

Taking his hand back, he uncurled the opening to the bag and let it take a breath, the scent of something sweet already exhaling into the bubble around them. Sonic reached in rather slowly, trying to shift his fingers around whatever it was carefully before he pulled out a small cake of sorts. Too big for a cupcake but too little for anything else. It looked like a Christmas cake, really. Red and green with some golden spots here and there. It was quite far from an elaborate decoration (if anything, it was quite... homely) but what made it obviously not a yuletide cake was the one candle posted in its center. He sat it down in Shadow's palm with precision, worried it might take a dive into the floor.

Sonic discarded the bag to reach into his spines and pull forth a match. He struck it on the nearest surface without much regard for it (He'd probably hear about it later) and the speed in which he did so provided enough sharp friction to get it sparked. With that, he lit the candle.

"Okay."

Edited 2012-12-25 16:56 (UTC)

Shadow frowned just as soon as the cake touched his hand, the presence of a... something or another still counting as 'getting him something'. Whatever. There was no arguing with him here. It'd go nowhere with him having already gotten him a thing (was it from the Christmas party, he wondered?), so he refrained, eyes opening once he got the go-ahead.

It's a cake of some sort with a candle on top, all nice and lit and ready to go.

His brows knitted together. Well, at least it was a food item.

"My guess is that you want me to blow this out."

"Was it that obvious?" Sonic replied, giving him a nod to do so. "Less obvious part might be makin' a wish, so give that a shot if it's not too complicated for ya."

"Hmph."

...

Fine. He'll make his stupid wish. Shadow knew instantly what he wanted, however selfish it was; it came to mind just as he flitted his gaze back to the blue hedgehog lying in wait. Yes, what he wanted was...

Let him live for as long as possible.

He then shut his eyes and gave a nice, hearty blow of air. Out went that candle in a flash!

"Hope ya made a good one. I guess you get one every year, so it's okay if you screwed it up this time or somethin'." Jeez!

Sonic scratched his finger along his chin. "Uh... You'll never hear this from me again, but... I'm late," he admitted under his breath. "Despite that..."

And rose that warm, Sonic the Hedgehog expression: a smile to heal the world. "Happy birthday, Shadow!"

"Creation Day? Well, y'know."

Edited 2012-12-25 17:21 (UTC)

Tubeday.

At this point, Shadow felt a bit... odd about being wished a happy birthday, being celebrated for being alive. Did he really mean that much to Sonic, enough for him to celebrate his life, creation?

He felt warm, too warm. He couldn't let that get to him too much, all things considered.

"Thank you," he spoke, his voice low as a whisper in the winter wind. He eyed the cake, unsure if he should be eating it now. Frankly, he didn't care. What he did know was that getting to sleep wasn't going to be an easy task now.

Wait... oh.

Hold up, rewind.

"By the way," he began, looking more than prepared to make a jab at him, but instead, he instructed him to, "Tell me that again. Something about lateness? I couldn't hear you."

I'm late. Sonic the Hedgehog, his rival, late. He just wanted to savor that for a moment.

Edited 2012-12-25 17:28 (UTC)

Sonic averted his gaze. Oh no you don't.

"Ah, funny thing about life, isn't it? Those moments just speed right by ya, never to repeat themselves. Ever." Sonic patted his shoulder. "Take my advice as a present: Live in the moment." HEH. HEH. HEH.

Oh, no. He wasn't going to relent that easily.

"So what you're saying," he started, a smirk finally appearing on his muzzle, "is that you are far too slow to catch up with the speed of life? How sad."

If only Shadow had the world's smallest violin. He'd be playing it right now.

CHE.

"Isn't that what you're sayin' about yourself? Askin' me to repeat stuff. Keep up, Shadow, wouldja?" Sonic turned his tail to Shadow, heading back to go get his bag. "Slacker." He trots to retrieve his backpack. Eat it, bub.

Edited (you're welcome) 2012-12-25 18:02 (UTC)

"That is nothing compared to your 'slacking'," he chided, following closely behind him. A backpack, eh? Now what'd he have in there? He hoped it wasn't any more gifts, oh goodness. "I missed a brief minute of talking. You missed one day for an entire month."

Shadow clicked his tongue, lifting the cake to his mouth. "Not fast enough. I'm disappointed."

Andddd bite.

And just as he would have his cake, Sonic would turn and throw his palm right in its direction. It wasn't with a force carried by hostility, but he wanted to see some of that treat smashed on Shadow's face, or at least stuffed down his throat a little more to shut him up.

Deadpan.

Cake in face deadpan.

Dead-cake pan.

"... You know," Shadow slowly began to speak, a hand wiping his face, pushing cake downward. "I could very easily change my mind and leave you to sleep with the earthworms."

He glanced down at the mush in his hand, and gradually, his fist clenched over the mess, squishing it all together. He then took action, exacting his revenge by smearing it all over Sonic's face. So mature, so classy, so very not like a newlywed couple trying to get on each others' nerves.

Truth be told, Sonic expected this sort of retaliation, but even as it arrived by his predictions, he didn't avoid it. Why? Well... simply put, it was fun, wasn't it?

Sonic's grin was covered in frosting, which he didn't hesitate to start prodding at with his tongue. There wasn't much left to try and smoosh back into Shadow's nostrils, so he was just going to eat what was shared with him.

"Huh," Sonic chimed, smacking his lips. "My cake was awesome! Alright!" Here's your gift, Shadow, now watch me stroke my own ego with it. ~~cakedick round 2~~

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