[Yeah. You just got asked out by Shadow, and even I don't know why.]

[True, but he's not sure how else to ask, lmao.]

[Polishing his shoes and making them SHINE.]

[TACKLES HIM.]

[On top of him. Stays there for a little bit, and then smacks the water gun out of his hand.] Sorry. You triggered my fight or flight.

[Blushing as he gets off of Sonic's chest and dusts himself off. Pulling Sonic to his feet.]

Can-- you stop calling me that?

Yes. I-- have found it makes me feel. . . upset? [He's not used to talking about his feelings, that was obvious. But he's doing his best.]

. . . [Watching some ants carrying an entire pretzel rod.] Bugs. . . [ :] ]

[Staring in front of a mirror. The light colored fur where his top scars were is fiddled with by gentle fingers. A low sigh, eyes close. He was usually happy with his appearance, but. . . for some reason, he felt unsatisfied with it, today.]

[Yeah, that's about right, Shadow thinks when Sonic walks in. His tired, vacant expression seems to slightly brighten.] Hey. . . [Turning eyes forcefully from the mirror, trying to distract from the roiling wave of oppressive dysphoria rearing up in his head.]

. . . [How does he word this? He looks away for a moment, before his eyes lower to the ground.] . . . Not feeling particularly masculine today. [He admits, gnawing on his lip for a moment.]

Y--yeah. It does. I just-- don't feel. . . like I'm particularly masculine today. I may look it to the outside, but I feel like. . . [He tries to explain, but realizes it's useless. He sighs, crossing arms and turning away.]

(( damn sonic ur bobbies.... /lh

((brb gamers i gotta shower rq ))

No. I don't really wanna talk about it if you're not going to understand. But there IS something you can do.

. . . You know that thing you do to your counterparts? Like. . . telling them that they're handsome and cool and all that. Can you. . . just sit here with me and do that? But to me?

((gonna draw shadow in something hot brb

((warm up....))