#attemptingresolve

Raises hand in the back. “I. If only because watching you die over this will be hysterical.”

            Sonic had always loved the warm weather. 

          Like a moth drawn to a flame, he’d always found himself gravitating towards places of tropical climate. It felt like home to him, and was always much more manageable than colder weather thanks to his short fur. Visits to Holoska were always a bit rough for this exact reason, and left him desiring sandy beaches and palm trees.

          And while Mazuri may have lacked said sandy beaches and palm trees, it certainly was a close second. Any reason to go and visit was one green lit in his books--- it just so happened that Shadow’s request was one he could fill all the boxes for, which made it all the more exciting to him.

          Now if only the arrival hadn’t been so bumpy. Chaos Control didn’t always agree with him in the way he wished it would.

          Slouched over with both hands on his knees, Sonic unceremoniously groaned as he regained his bearings. Shadow seemed plenty occupied with the communicator on his wrist, so Sonic took advantage of the few moments of rest. He ears flopped forwards as he shook his head, removing the dizziness from his thoughts.

          “I swear, every time y’ do that I get more and more sick. It’s like doin’ twenty solid barrel rolls in the Tornado.” He grumbled. “Ain’t a day that goes by where I didn’t wish the Gaia Gate was still accessible. I get the keys can’t just be out ‘n’ about, but it’d make this whole thing so much simpler.” There was also the issue of the temples still being rebuilt, but he was mostly just talking figuratively. 

     In the dead of night the signal fell. Seconds ticked by into minutes, minutes to hours in the pitch, all-consuming blackness of the facility with not a word being spared between the few living personnel that crammed themselves into the confines of the entirely useless control center, lit by little more than their handheld devices and the few consoles that remained powered thanks to the few back-up generators that remained. Ivo himself sat in the room’s center, himself locked onto one such display; silent, focused and not at all showing any of the absolutely venomous dread that coursed through his every inch. 

“Sector seven has fallen, s-sir.” Said a clearly shaken Mobian male to his right. The quiet returned as his boss failed entirely to respond, instead reaching an arm out to pull another display close, scanning it’s contents swiftly behind the unfaltering blue cloak of his glasses and wordlessly swiping it into nonexistence. Two minutes, he thought - Two minutes would be all the time he’d have left to send this final transmission. Several more moments passed; the silence was steadily being replaced by uneasy murmurs, the sounds of distant banging drawing nearer from afar. A scream, maybe two - Nobody was sure if it was organic or robotic, it was difficult to tell thanks to the room’s insulation and the insistent clattering of the Doctor’s keypad. Then at last, he paused, brow furrowing as he try desperately to form the words necessary for this last. desperate message. It was difficult to think, the scraping sounds of torn metal and the hissing of plasma drawing nearer. His finger hovered over a single command that hung over one of the several flickering holographic interfaces. He knew once this button was pressed, there’d be nothing left but luck.

          Sonic caught said scarf rather clumsily, quickly having to wrap it around his hands to keep it from hitting the ground. Once it was secure in his grasp however, he inspected it with a gentle eye. Black wool; no surprise there.

◜✮ kiss sonic! do it! > accepting!

           Sonic would never consider himself the type to play party games like truth or dare. Never in a million years, if he was being truthful. But Amy Rose, oh Amy, she had a way of getting everyone to join in on her shenanigans. No matter what they were. It was a super power he almost wished he had.

            And in retrospect? He should’ve saw something like this coming when he agreed to puppy dog eyes and the infamous ‘plleassee?’. Oh, sweet bliss. 

            Because as well collected as Sonic liked to pass himself off to be, he was extremely easy to fluster. Acts of affection could ruin him, he swore it. So kissing someone was a lot. Especially if that someone was Shadow. Gaia, he hoped he could pass this off well enough.

            A hand was dragged across his lips after to wipe in a dramatic fashion, partly to mask the raging red color threatening to coat his cheeks. He gulped, muttered something not quite coherent under his breath, then snorted.

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