#sa2 sonic

Ah, good morning, thank you. Yes, let's just let him sort himself out for a moment. Mobian customs, silly, really, they're just hands, after all... *Shadow's muzzle remains flushed; it would seem over a decade around Mobians has rubbed some of their culture off onto him, though it doesn't seem like discomfort making him blush*

It's a bit too early for me to stomach much, can't really eat anything for a few hours after I wake up, but, as for Sonic- he prefers waffles, plain with just a little syrup so they aren't too sweet, and bacon because he swears it sits lighter than sausage. I've tried to tell him that doesn't make sense, but, he's convinced. I wouldn't know, I suppose, I haven't eaten meat in nearly ten years now, maybe he's right. Just don't tell him I said that.

I'll give this to him, thank you. I will very gladly accept that coffee, though.

Wooo, that's more like it- was feelin' naked there! Mostly 'cause I was. Hey Shad, check it out! Haven't see these bad boys in a minute, kinda forget I'd stowed 'em in the Tornado, heh. My old rail shoes, little banged up, but, you remember these, right?

*Shadow turns, and his mind conjures a phantom image of a hedgehog long gone, younger and more carefree, behind Sonic. He feels the bittersweet tug of nostalgia in his heart. His mind gives the old image voice, lighter than the richer depth Sonic spoke with now, echoing behind the blue hedgehog of the present day, as though calling from the past*

... Heh, hey, Mobius to Shadow Robotnik, you okay? I got somethin' on my face, or what? Ready to head out, give the ole' biplane one more shot at redemption?

*Shadow blinks, and the phantom memory fades. The hint of a smile plays at his the corner of his mouth, nearly imperceptible. He's getting sentimental, as he grows older, isn't he?* No, no, sorry, just... remembering something from a long time ago. It isn't important.

Long time ago, huh? Could be really long, coming from you, gramphog~

If I don't get to use stasis to claim being older than you, you don't get to use it to call me old.

Fair. Oh, is that breakfast?

Ah, yes, from the anons, here-

Too early to eat for you? Got some coffee though, I see! Black enough?

For awhile; and, yes, it's actually an impressive roast, almost as good as my beans back home.

Wow, high praise, from Mobius' biggest coffee snob. Guess I'll just have to take you out to dinner when we get back to South Island, though, get you something to eat when your stomach's being nicer to you.

... I... take.. take me out...? Like on a....?

*Sonic has taken the plate and turned to walk back around the plane, feigning some vague interest in checking the landing gear on the opposite side. He pretends not to have heard the question, face flamed.*