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            Caaaaaasually leans on Whisper,         her chin pressing against the back of her head.

whisper is hesitant. but she hugs

She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. She sunk into the warmth of her side, appreciative of the simple gesture. her touch made the room warmer somehow.

❝    WHISPUHHHH    ❞

@lowhowl​ || Prompt

100 Random Character Development Questions

At first he’ll try to be a responsible hedgehog and stay at his room to rest…but literally at the first hint of something else going on he’s out the door aowienaowiena. Or if Tails just happens to be out, or not answering, or I dunno for one reason or another Sonic just can’t get inside. It’s just a big shrug and ‘well, I tried. so much for that’ and he’s off again.

Once he’s at that phase where he’s given up trying to be responsible, he just kinda ignores it until it goes away aoweinaweina ‘My cold hasn’t stopped me yet, so I should be fine to keep going’ kind of vibe. 

If he’s super sick to the point where he can’t run without like falling over, he’ll make a tiny bit more effort to get to Tails’s place and if he still can’t, then find some random enclosed space outside and take a nap there. If it’s so bad that he can’t run, the only thing he wants to do is sleep until it passes. 

    {➹} – HE HAD BEEN DRAWN THERE by the commotion, the sounds of robots on the losing side of a fight never failed to catch his attention, but he couldn't say he expected what he saw. A lone wolf, severed robots, and unsightly crimson oozing from the former’s arm. If it hadn’t been for latter, he would have been fascinated.

     Still, even he could see that something needed to be done to quell the bleeding and he approached only when she addressed him, for her sake rather than his own. He didn’t mean her any harm, and he hoped his nodding at the question would prove as much before he knelt down beside her.  

     “Here...let me take care of this.” Taking the little kit he opened it and, with perhaps too much of a practiced grace, starting pulling out what they, what she, would need. He only paused when the time came to help clean the blood away so he could see what he was working with. Looking back up to her there was an unspoken question, the need for permission, that was coupled with an air of wonder in those bright hues as he motioned to the fallen machines. “Did you do that all by yourself?”