#themissingace

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*It was rather uncommon for our hero to help out his enemies. But.. This jackal was not exactly HIS villain, right? Even then, he could still be an evil guy. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the need to help this guy out. Sonic simply put a plate with half of his own meal. Not Chili dogs for once. It was a more healthy beverage this time around. A six inches long sandwich stuffed with tomatoes, salads and all kinds of meat ranging from ham to pepperonis. As the blue hedgehog looked down on him after he offered him to eat, he could already tell that he was gonna be in denial for a little bit by the questioning glare in his eyes. After the jackal asked for context, Sonic rolled his eyes and let out a silent but painful sigh out of his mouth.*

「“Lᴏᴏᴋ, Iɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ. I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ... sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ.. ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴘᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.”」

*After making that little comment, Sonic took the plate with the sandwich and immediately slid it back in front of Infinite, almost like he was demanding him to eat. His emerald green eyes glanced over to the one who almost got the sandwich from Infinite as he apologized.*

「“Nᴏ ᴏғғᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. Sᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ. Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”」

     While Volt hadn’t expected to be lifted off the ground and spun around, the toddler walking in behind him was having a blast with this turn of events after the confession had left his lips. The hybrid was more than happy to return the embrace before they parted, easily picking up on the look that was being directed to him as Ace sat to be at eye level with him. Each gentle caress was met with purring, amethyst eyes finding their way towards those of the jackal’s.

     “I don’t have a reason to lie Ace, but if you need more proof... How’s this?” Similar to his words earlier, there was no hesitation as Volt closed the gap between their lips in a loving kiss that was meant all for the jackal holding him. Wanting nothing more than to show Ace just how much he meant to the little family. 

The super hedgehog had only been exploring, as he often did, before coming upon a cottage, then another, then a suburb, then a city, the downtown area of which caught his attention. Such bright lights and loud sounds were difficult to ignore. It was probably a red-light district, not that he knew the term, but the manikins in one certain store reminded him of someone. 

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It would never function well as something to keep warm in. Despite the impracticality of the design, Fleetway had picked out a lovely set of lavender lingerie to add to his friend’s collection. He didn’t think he’d ever understand the fascination, but it made Amara happy, so why not. With his ‘birthday anticipation’ present in its little white cardboard-like bag, Fleetway took to the skies above the city, glancing down to the bag’s silver lettering he couldn’t read.

Gold ears twitched at the sound of a yelp. Fleet startled and held the bag close to his chest by its handles, looking around for the source of the distressed cry. Though he found the... language, colourful, he and the victim couldn’t afford hesitation. The fight - if could even be called that - was quickly spotted in a dark alleyway, and the offending chipmunk was shoved away. Maybe a bit excessive, but he looked unpleasantly like someone Fleetway was trying to forget, and he channeled that unpleasant feeling into a threatening look, mimicking his kill-happy alternates.

“Hmm~?” The super tilted his head with a sickening grin, saying with his eyes, ‘If you really want a fight, I’ll  happily give you one!!!’ Seeing their frightened faces nearly broke the super’s facade, but people like that probably deserved to be afraid of him.

A withering sigh as the glowing figure slumped away from his powerful pose, puffed chest and clawed hands relaxing. The super’s words were relieved, but he spoke in deep gravelly tones only reserved for the most frightening of monsters. “Hhhhhhh... at least they left.” Quickly turning in the air to face the beat-up stranger with wide, shocked eyes, Fleetway pulled the bag up into the bend of his left elbow. “Are you alright?” His voice a whisper, the gold hedgehog reached to lift the jackal under his arms, off the pavement to his feet as easily as one would with a life-sized light-weight rag doll, looking very worried.