-- I AM NOT A ROBOT.

BLOOMING POX.

“ Hey, ” She tossed some trading cards into his face, the pile dramatically bursting upon impact. She can’t say … she was great at this ‘being nice’ thing, but she’d do anything to see him not mope around. She couldn’t have fun if she had to constantly watch over this kit. “ It’s too late in the night for you to be moping. I got you these. ”

The paragon of caring.

❝ ...huh? ❞ Blinking, Miles looked down at the cards fluttering to the surface. He analysed them for a moment, then he looked up at his new sibling with a look of blank confusion. Rubbing the back of his head, he averted his gaze; this kind of affection, an attempt that it was, had been something so alien to him. Getting used to this family had been more than settling in; he’s just not used to the kindness.

black bridges rose upwards slightly at the very dramatic reaction. ( although it was clearly warranted ) the black hedgehog crossed his arms over his chest, lids resting over his ruby gaze as he watched the fox scramble off towards the bushes. normally he’d just leave, but his curiosity made follow.

trying to run away from shadow the hedgehog was folly. futile even. yet, the hedgehog didn’t dash after. he kept his pace even and without rush. as soon as he got to the same bushes the fox had ran for, he quietly pushed them aside to look for the yellow kit.

❛ why are you running away? ❜ he questions.

Not the greatest of places to bolt away into the night. The roots hardly lent a safe path to a scrambling kit; he’d stumbled head first into the ground, and by the time he’d pulled himself up -- dusted off the dirt and scratches -- the stranger was right behind him. He stared at the hedgehog wide-eyed, then decided on a different approach. Twin tails spun, and he’s propelled into the air, disappearing into the greenery of the trees.

❛ what orphanage? ❜ came the soft, low tone of the hedgehog. his appearance was quiet and without warning.

“ Pah! Geniuses are never appreciated in their time. ”

   violence!!