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  Shadow knew he was staring, but he couldn’t quite help it. He just couldn’t help wondering why Sonic got his tattoo. It was beautifully done, but it was just... sort of odd to see something he associated with more rough-and-tumble types adorning the arm of the personable blue hero.

  He opened his mouth to ask, but before he could do so the other hedgehog put a finger against his lips. The soldier’s brows knit together, to which Sonic smirked and quietly nodded in one direction; towards Rouge, who was facing away from them working on something.

  “My tattoo’s nice, huh?” he asked as he pulled away, perhaps a tad more dramatic than neccisary. “The artist did a good job covering the tramp stamp.”

  Immediately the spy choked, taken so off guard she started coughing for breathing in too fast. Spinning around while still withholding coughs, she stared at the hero and managed a choked “ᗯᕼᗩT?!”

  And just as quickly, the soldier was laughing so hard he was starting to choke too.

@thewayfaringhero 💌

  “ᗩᖇᖇOᗯ, ᗯᕼᗩT Tᕼᕮ ᕼᕮᒪᒪ IS–?!”

  The bat’s hushed outrage was cut off as the blue hero placed a finger over her mouth with a sharp “Shhh!” Glancing around the corner the three of them had ducked behind, he watched a giant sphere-shaped robot turn its eye towards them, before slowly moving away again. He turned back to the pair, both watching him intently for an answer.

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  “ᗯᕼY ᗪO I ᑎOT ᗪOᑌᗷT TᕼᗩT?” Blush responded, a smirk playing across her lips as her partner carefully placed another branch on the fire.

  “I hope it lasts more than a weekend,” the soldier added, accidentally cutting off Arrow as he made sure the construction of twigs wouldn’t collapse in on itself. “But if anyone can convince someone to change for the better, I’d bet it would be yo--”

  “ᑎO, ᑎᕮᗷᗷY.”

  Cocking an eyebrow at the bat’s giggling, the soldier turned around to look at the pair. The blue hero was trying to contain snickers himself, but managed to keep a straight face just long enough to briefly raise his eyebrows twice. Nebula blinked in response before sighing and slowly dropping his face into his hands.

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  Well, at least by now they knew to expect crazy bullshit whenever they ran into Gold.

  The young woman caught up to them on the edge of a building roof. Or maybe they caught up to her? It didn’t really matter, they practically slammed into each other in haste.

  “Shadow, Rouge! What--”

  Rouge quickly glanced over her shoulder, ears swiveling and catching on several different noises fast approaching from several different directions. Turning back to Gold, she saw that the psychic had arms open in a confused and shocked manner as she glanced between the agents.

  “I ᗩᑭOᒪOGIᘔᕮ Iᑎ ᗩᗪᐯᗩᑎᑕᕮ.”

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 “ I should say. ” “ YOᑌ SOᑌᑎᗪ ᒪIKᕮ SᕼᗩᗪOᗯ. ”

  The two guests glanced back to the center of the room from their position at the door, the echidna they had been shocked to meet in the zone of another friend currently being the one keeping watch out for unwanted company while the others planned how to gather supplies or intelligent on their next target. Something they were all too familiar with.

  But of course, something that was easy to forget about was how... casual it could be, as well. Arrow had needed a short break, picking up a guitar from the corner and strumming chords. A mongoose they’d come to learn was Mina was humming along quietly as she and Porker Lewis listened to Johnny Lightfoot offering up a strategy. And the green bird going by Tekno was fast asleep on the floor.

  Rouge turned her attention back to Knuckles, kissing the tips of her two fingers and blowing towards the red warrior in parting. Shadow reached forwards, shaking the echidna’s hand.

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  The striped hedgehog smirked sideways at Arrow, both of them crouched behind the starting line. Hopefully this time there would be no swamp, no frogs, and no tripping and splashing into mud puddles. Just a fun, clean mile run around the track of a high-school abandoned for the summer.

  The digital clock on the bleachers hit the next minute, and both hedgehogs took off across the turf. Four laps around, which for them were about ten seconds each. Not that that stopped them from trying to bump each other out of the way and cut corners to get ahead.

  Not on Arrow’s watch, though. On the last leg of the last lap the hero darted ahead, crossing the finish line and coming to a sudden halt with a smug smirk on his face.

  The thing he forgot was though his shoes could come to a screeching stop, those of his opponent could not. Hence why a black and red blur of quills became a black, red, and blue blur as Nebula crashed into the supersonic hedgehog and the pair ended up rolling end over end until they crashed into the fence surrounding the green paved oval.

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The envelope is generally plain, but there is a small hibiscus drawn next to the vixen’s name.

Times are tough right now, huh?

It’s okay, you know. To not be okay. That took me a long time to learn, admittedly, but there’s nothing wrong with giving your mind time to rest and heal.

You’ve probably seen a few autumns by now, but you might not know what I’m about to tell you. The cycle of trees losing their leaves has a purpose beyond just “it’s too cold for them to survive.” The leaves, once they’re on the ground, give back nutrients to the soil that the tree used to live. Snow falls on top of and freezes them there, preserving them until the spring comes and they thaw. That’s when they decompose into the ground, and help bring forth new growth.

Now, the first time I shared this anecdote with Rouge, she asked me to get to the point. So here it is; whatever isn’t okay now, let it be. Think of it like the leaves; leave them frozen and alone as long as you need. And when you’re ready, when you pick yourself up and dust yourself off, that’s when you’ll see what it gives back to you.

And I promise, it ͟w͟͟i͟͟ll give you ͇s͇͇o͇͇m͇͇e͇͇t͇͇h͇͇i͇͇n͇͇g͇.

-Shadow/“Nebula”

Rather than being sealed with a sticker or tape, there is a faded lipstick stain on the back of the envelope.

Ｙｏｕ  ａｒｅ  ａ  ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ  Ｑｕｅｅｎ❣

Listen, Rio. Or, well, read but you’re likely hearing this in my voice anyway. There are very few people that I have trusted enough to take off every one of my absurd amount of masks around. Those people I have had to be trustworthy, loyal, and above all good-hearted. All rarities with who I am used to associating with.