{âš} â IT WASNâT HARD TO TELL THAT THERE was something wrong with the younger hedgehog, not for Arrow. It was hard not to notice when the other hedgehog was acting...well, alot like the older did when something was weighing down on his mind â and given recent events he had been acting that way a lot lately until talking to a friend.Â
   âYouâre not fooling me, Kiddo.â Said matter-of-factly the accented hedgehog looked at his alternate for a moment, before turning away with a casual shrug. If the younger was anything like himself Arrow knew getting him to talk would be as impossible as making a snowman in the desert; it would just have to happen when the other was ready and not a moment sooner.Â
   And, who knew? Maybe the other just need a distraction for a few hours to make him feel better, even if it was only a little bit. âBut, if showing you around will get your mind off it for a while, so be it. Just know Iâm here if you want tâ talk.â
  With that said, a quick gesture was given for the other to follow before the older hedgehog took off.