#mephity

who holds the umbrella when it rains

I’m p sure Mighty would hold it at first, but then he’d hand it over to Meph so that he could play in the puddles like a DORK. 

And then he’d drag Meph with him and get him wet

So, really, they just wouldn’t need an umbrella.

who is the grumpiest in the morning

mEPHILES IS. But Mighty makes breakfast which makes Meph less of a grump. Plus morning kisses and flirting helps. With that.

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt

UHMMM I feel like, now, it would be Mephiles. Wait, maybe not. I feel like that’s kinda equal. They both kinda freak out when the other is hurt and when Mighty’s sick, Meph kinda just drops everything because he does not want that sickness getting worse and turning into something serious, okay. He does not want Mighty to die okay.

who plays pranks on the other

Meph, I think. Mighty’s not much of a prankster. That’s more Red’s area than his. If Mighty did prank they’d be lighthearted and harmless because that’s just how he is. But Mephiles is a tease so I’m pretty sure he’s done/would do some pranks just for the hell of it. He might have already have, my memory is not working right now, lol.

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa

MIGHTY because he’s a sap. Meph suggests it sometimes, but not as often as Mighty does. He just loves that fur and that warmth and it’s so easy to fall asleep like fuck yes let’s cuddle. 

who insists on creating nicknames for the other

It should be obvious at this point in time that Mighty is the nickname master. He makes up new names every day for Mephiles. Like every day. Mephiles has gotten used to it by now, I would think.

who drools on the other when they’re asleep

Mighty does and Meph just does not give two fucks. I think that’s cute :3

who says ‘I love you’ first

Something I always found interesting was that Mighty so often said I love you first and would only sometimes get a response. At first, it kind of made him nervous when Meph didn’t say it or gave some other reply, but now he’s just like ‘idgaf I know that fluffy JERK loves me’

Mephiles turned her head and looked up at her company. She was expecting Mighty to join her in resting on the balcony, but the guitar was a surprise. He hardly ever played when she was around, so playing in front of her seemed strange. The hedgehog wouldn’t turn away an opportunity to listen to some music, though. She knew from experience that Mighty had a beautiful voice; it stood to reason that he would make beautiful music with the guitar as well.

She shook her head at him, scooting over a bit and moving some pillows to make room for him. The hedgehog didn’t outwardly show it, but she was excited to hear her mate play. She wondered if perhaps he was going to sing along with whatever he played. That would be very enjoyable and would be a nice end to a very nice day.

Mighty sat down beside her, crossing his legs and resting his guitar in his lap. He plucked on the strings for a few seconds, his ears twitching this way and that as he made sure the instrument was in tune, she supposed. How he did that without the aid of some kind of tool was interesting to her. Perhaps he had more experience with the instrument than she had thought.

It was a bit annoying to hear strings plucked over and over again, but Mephiles put up with it. It didn’t take very long anyway, and Mighty’s face, his eye ridges furrowed and his tongue sticking out of his mouth just slightly, was nice to look at anyway.

Once he was done tuning, he played a chord. Mephiles inched closer to him, trying to make it seem like she was getting comfortable when she was really just excited. Mighty played another chord, switching to another one one soon after. He continued to do that for a few moments, before he finally looked up from his guitar and out toward the sunset.

At first he only played a few notes, a chord interrupting the simple melody every now and then, but then he began playing an actual song. It was smooth and gentle, and there were a few mistakes here and there, but Mephiles loved it all the same. Her tail wagged besider her, the hedgehog facing her ears forward and relaxing against the pillows.

“Looks like honey,” Mighty said suddenly, stirring Mephiles from her rest. It took her a moment to think about what he was talking about, but once it clicked in her mind, she purred softly beside him.

“It does,” she agreed, lifting her tail and curling it around his arm. He made some kind of snorting, laughing noise and Mephiles attributed that to the fur that grazed his skin. “It’s making me crave something sweet.”

Mighty laughed again. “What, like honey buns?” he asked, looking at her with an amused expression. He seemed to be teasing her, but after he spoke he looked out toward the sunset again, adjusting his guitar before he continued to play, he looked to seriously be considering it. “I could make you some honey buns.”

That actually sounded really good. Mighty hadn’t made honey buns before, but Mephiles already knew that they’d be amazing. “Mhm. I’d like that. But… not right now, hm?” she said. The hedgehog pulled her tail a little bit, making Mighty fumble with his guitar and pluck the wrong string. As he looked to her with a mildly annoyed glare, she could only smirk at him. The guitar was in the way, but Mephiles wiggled herself closer to Mighty despite that. She kissed at his shoulder, nuzzling at a scar she felt before looking up at him.

It wasn't just when they had sex that Mighty was beautiful, but it was in those moments -- where she had to breathe and her body was covered in sweat and her fur was messy and in awkward clumps -- that she noticed how breathtaking he looked.

His eyes alone are enough to make her breath catch on itself. They’re so blue and when his face was drenched in sweat and he panted with his mouth open Mephiles wanted to force her body to lean upward and kiss him and have sex all over again.

The way he looked at her when they finished was intoxicating. He looks dazed and tired at first but then he’d catch his breath and smile lazily at her. His eyes would glow with this feeling of love and affection that made her heart pound painfully in her chest. 

And his flushed cheeks were cute and made Mephiles smile despite her own exhaustion. Sometimes when she was too tired or too lazy to move she would purr loudly at him until he got the hint to kiss her. She’s get to see that blush on his face up close and her tail would wag and thump loudly against the bed.

But even if she didn't say it, Mighty probably had a good enough idea of how she felt. She would often cup his face with her hands and just stare at him, her purr and the thumping of her tail the only clues as to how she was feeling. 

Even more often she would move him onto his back -- no matter the position they had been in -- and place her hands on his chest. Mephiles loved how his expression turned blissful and that smile of his turned goofy. She would stare at him openly since Mighty was too out of it to question her behavior. 

Mighty was a country man that was visiting the city on business. Mephiles hadn’t figured out just what it was that he did yet, but she knew she would find out. He had found creative ways to communicate things to her, such as where he was from and what he was doing here. She knew he’d find a way to tell her anything she wanted to know.

Though things were progressing nicely between them, which was a real surprise to her, she kind of wished she had taken the time to learn Spanish. It hadn’t been mandatory for her line of work, nor for any of her classes or studies, but it wasn’t like knowing a second language could hurt her. Mephiles could pick on little things, mostly words she had heard in the media or spoken on the streets very often, but Mighty spoke so fluently and passionately that everything he said sounded like beautiful, slurred language.

Despite that, Mephiles found that she was enjoying herself. Mostly they had walked around the city, Mephiles leading Mighty to all the nice spots and landmarks that tourists enjoyed seeing. She noticed through observation alone that he enjoyed to see landscapes more than anything. The buildings seemed to appease him for a time, but it was the looming mountains in the distance and the beautiful parks that held his interest for quite some time. That likely had to do with him being from the country, and Mephiles didn’t particularly mind, even if she enjoyed the city. Mighty obtained such a thoughtful and amazed expression when looking at something he truly enjoyed.

Whenever he wanted her attention, he’d lightly touch her shoulder or touch her hand. Every one of his touches were gentle. It had gotten to the point where Mighty had wanted her attention so much, that Mephiles decided that holding hands would be better. That way, he’d only have to squeeze her hand, gently, of course, and he’d have her attention. Mighty seemed to like the idea very much, and he’d squeeze Mephiles’ hand and hold it tightly in his own.

They walked past a few shops before entering a nice restaurant. Mephiles hadn’t been there before, but she didn’t mind trying something new. It took a while for Mighty to communicate what he wanted to order to the waiter, but Mephiles enjoyed seeing his eyeridges furrow and to hear him grumbling to himself in rushed Spanish words.

It was funny, but even though she didn’t understand specifically what Mighty was saying, she could still get the jist of what he was trying to say. When they received their food, Mighty was enthusiastic about the quality and the taste, Mephiles understanding a few words of his fast-paced speech. He would speak with his hands as well, and look at her in approval, but the only thing she would do was smile at him. That seemed to be enough for him, because he would always smile back.

Once they paid and left the restaurant, they continued on their walk. There were plenty of nice shops that lined the streets, and Mighty was interested in many of them. As they browsed and perused some of the goods, Mighty had somehow communicated with her that he was going to be staying a while. Mephiles kept the relief and joy she felt at knowing that inside, but she felt as if Mighty could sense it anyway. He was very… perceptive in that way.

Mighty bought a few things, souvenirs, Mephiles assumed, and they continued on their walk in downtown. He pointed to a large building overhead, and Mephiles realized that it was the hotel he was staying at. It was very luxurious, and she once again wondered what kind of business he was attending to in the city. But she supposed it didn’t matter that much, as long as she’d get to see him again.

They headed for his hotel, Mighty speaking animatedly about… something. Probably about what a good time he had, because he kept looking at Mephiles with this bright smile that made her uneasy in a nice way. They climbed up the stairs to his hotel, Mephiles looking up and staring at how massive it was. Mighty rummaged around in his sack of souvenirs and pulled something out that she hadn’t seen him buy.

It was an antique glass rose, one that sparkled in the lights overhead. Mephiles held it carefully, looking at in surprise. She knew it hadn’t been that expensive, but she found herself not caring. It was beautiful in her eyes. Realizing that she didn’t know what to say, and that Mighty wouldn’t know what she said anyway, she only smiled softly at him, nodding her thanks. She held the glass rose close to her chest.

Mighty was quiet for once, something that made Mephiles curious as he hadn’t been the entire evening. When she looked closer at him, she saw that he was blushing slightly. That pleasant feeling of unease in Mephiles’ chest only increased.

Pushing through his embarrassment, Mighty said to her, “Mañana?”

It took a moment for Mephiles to understand what he meant. She looked at him curiously, her eyes narrowing before she recalled what that particular word meant. Tomorrow. He… wanted her to come and see him again tomorrow?

Her smile growing, Mephiles nodded to him again.