#livelyblur

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He hears him coming, of course, and is able to feel his hand interacting with his striped quills. Red eyes don’t look up from the book in his hands; instead, he’s more inclined to let Sonic continue with whatever it is he’s doing. A floral scent eventually wafting in the air finally clues him in. Ah, he’s decorating him with flowers.

A faint, and subtly strained, smile touches his lips.

He’ll never say it out loud, but he can’t help but remember a blonde-haired and bright-eyed young girl once doing the same so long ago.

He chooses not to speak. His permission is expressed by his silent inaction. Maybe, to him, such delicate and beautiful plants don’t belong on someone as war-torn and battered as him, but Sonic manages to see that differently. Just like he always does. It never ceases to amaze him.

“Y’ should blush more often! It’s cute, heheh.”

It’s clear that the poor hedgehog’s really been caught off-guard. He isn’t sure how to respond.

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@livelyblur || @thefutureissilver

“Silver! Silver! Silver!” Grabby hand.

Oh look, it’s his favorite.

“I don’t think punchin’ ‘em would fix whatever problem y’ got, bud.”

“I knoooooow. But like... Y’ know, when you just wanna punch a guy, but you’re kind of an upstanding hero who people look up too and punching people- no matter how much of a jerk they are- is probably not the way to go about things.”

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It’s amazing how just the sound of his voice can soothe every ache in Shadow’s body.

He settles down into their bed beside him, shoes and socks left near the door and gloves on the nightstand. Despite the dark from the late hour, his already adjusted eyes can make out his form bundled underneath the thick blankets. He shifts over closer to him and slowly slides a dark hand along his side to rest at his back. A small nose nudges Sonic’s own in a small and affectionate nuzzle.

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