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kxntobor:

“Assuming it’s fixed back up. It should be opening up in about an hour”

       “Fixed up? Did something happen to it?” He had been planning on taking a friend or two while the weather was nice.

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THATS IT. THATS THEM. SILVER WAS SO THE ONE WITH HIS HEAD IN THE TP ROLL THO— IT WAS EVEN AN ALBINO LIKE 

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bloomingninjaflower

       “Do you need a hand with that?”

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cassiopeiaofmeropis

       “I’ve been meanin’ to learn how to swim -- honest! I just... don’t wanna get in yet! I mean, I just ate! Aren’t you supposed to wait?”

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kxntobor

       There was somebody who could help him. “’Scuse me! Do you know when the park opens? I’ve been tryin’ to get in all day!”

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thee-serieskillingmachine:

“EVEN IF YOU DID COLLIDE INTO ME, I WOULD HAVE REMAINED UNDAMAGED,” Omega droned, the red glow of his optics narrowing upon seeing the blue hedgehog.

“IN FACT, I AM SOMEWHAT DISAPPOINTED YOU DID NOT COLLIDE INTO ME. SUCH A COLLISION SURELY WOULD HAVE ONLY RESULT IN YOU TAKING DAMAGE, POSSIBLY A CONCUSSION OR A SKULL FRACTURE. I WOULD HAVE ENJOYED WATCHING YOU UNDERGO SUCH PAIN.”

The war machine’s optics flickered briefly upon recalling what else the hedgehog had said. The robot soon peered down at Sonic, the red glow of his optics narrowing even further than before.

“…QUERY: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, HYPERACTIVE BLUE RODENT? ARE YOU OFF TO CRUSH MORE OF EGGMAN’S WORTHLESS ROBOTS? OR ARE YOU TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE AGGRAVATING PINK RODENT?”

       “Well, sheesh. Don’t be so nice to me.” He scratched absently at his ears, shifting back and forth. Being interrupted in the middle of a run was always mildly upsetting, and it was enough to set Sonic on edge. Once he had started moving, he rarely wanted to stop, and near-collisions were the worst of them all, because it meant that he had to stay and apologize. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel genuinely sorry -- he usually did -- but he wanted to get back to running so badly that he couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed.

       But this was Shadow’s friend ( at least, he thought it was; he might have been wrong ) and the least that he could do was treat a friend of a friend well. “Who, Amy? Nah. I was just going for a jog. Can’t sit still today. Besides, it’s been raining for days, and the sun’s finally out and everybody’s gone to do something. Looks like Eggman’s taking the day off, too.”

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( shadow ):

“Pardon me?” He couldn’t stifle the snort that escaped his nose.  “If it can’t be that hard then why are you not doing it yourself?” He could feel the bite crawl beneath his flesh and dropped back to his knees in the icy water. “Just so you know, I’ve come to fix the pipe —not mop up the mess. I’m leaving that to you, blue hedgehog.” Frustration filled him from within as he continued to fail in the eyes of the other. It could have been more humiliating, for instance, if this had been a battle of sorts. A few moments of the aggravating, icy spray later and Shadow managed to stop it. 

“Damn thing— let’s hope that holds til your little fox friend returns. You owe me a favor and a half for that one. Now go and get me a towel before I dry my face in your quills.” He had half the heart to do so anyways, or even to loosen the pipe again so that more of the substance that his friend and foe despised would fill the air.

“I have a name, you know. You could always use it. Jeez,  Shadow, you’re such a grouchy old man sometimes!” He ducked his face back into the towel, only to find it too wet to be of any use. Grumbling to himself,  he grabbed another from the stack and went back to  drying  his  fur.  There was nothing he  hated  more than being wet. At least Shadow was taking the brunt of the spray -- and, really, he deserved it between the  name-calling  and the  swearing.  Fair was fair, and Sonic was all about  justice.  “Yeah, yeah, here’s your towel.” He tossed it over, trying to  knock  the  water  from  his  ears.  “--really, man,  thanks  a  bunch.  I appreciate  you  comin’  out  and  doing  this.  Tails’ll fix it as  soon  as he  gets back, but at least I can  use  it  for now. You want me to make you  some  food or something? I’m getting better at it.”

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( lancelot ):

Rubbing his nose, Lancelot groaned, expelling the irritated sigh he’d been fighting to hold for the past few minutes. His king was no challenge to him, and it bored him painfully. “You are the almighty king, yet you fail to do something so simple.” To the knight, it was simple, but it was through battle and years of practice that he had been able to perform so brilliantly. “Come now. To my side.” Two more tries, that’s it, he promised himself. 

“And watch closely. I haven’t all day. I promised Galahad a ride to the lake this afternoon.”

  “That’s what you’re here for, right? You’re gonna show me how to do all this stuff. It’s not like I could just know it.  Practice  makes perfect, yeah?” Oh, the King was selling himself short. He was handy enough with a sword; he simply neglected  to  work  at  it  --  or he had until now. With  Lancelot  back  in  the kingdom, he’d the perfect tutor at his disposal, and he was going to make the most of this opportunity to  polish  his  skills.  “Don’t look so annoyed!  I’ll get better.  Eventually,”  he added as he trotted to the  knight’s  side,  holding his blade  loosely.  “I  promise  you’ll get out of here in time to show Galahad the lake. I just want to know how you do-- you know. What you do.”

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thee-serieskillingmachine

“Whoops!”  A quick dodge to the side avoided a head-on collision, and the hedgehog skidded to a halt, catching himself on his hands. “Sorry! I’m in a hurry! Didn’t see you there! You okay?”

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( shadow ):

Without saying anything more, the dark male pushed himself to his feet, dragging them in painfully slow steps. It satisfied him to know that Sonic was squirming for his aid, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t help him out.  “I have a robot for a companion and A decent level of knowledge on motorbikes—but I’m no plumber.” He snorted. Something was telling him that the only reason Sonic had called him over was solely based on the fact that he did not want to wet himself. Being honest with himself, he didn’t even know half of what he was doing, dropping to his knees in the puddle and cramming half his body beneath the sink. “You should learn how to do this so the next time your kid isn’t here—” he snarled, “—I won’t be the one stuck dragging my ass over here to fix it.” Gasping, he scrambled back—the trick he’s just tried had failed, sending only more frigid water spraying at the both of them. “Dammit!”

"Come on, it can’t be  that  hard. It’s just a few pipes. I mean, if  you  can’t do it, I’ll just find somebody else.” He had known Shadow long enough to understand that the quickest way to get the older hedgehog to cooperate was to take a  jab at his pride. Truthfully, Sonic was much the same, but he would never  admit  it. With a  grin,  he seated himself on the  edge  of the  kitchen  table, swinging his legs and watching eagerly. “I’ll learn! At some point.” Never. It wasn’t as though his  bookshelf  went   untouched,   but  any  manuals  on  engineering  or  basic plumbing  belonged  to  Tails;  the  storybooks  were  his.  He  didn’t  have  the patience  for  anything  too  detailed.  As  a  child,  he had taken an  interest  in aviation  and could find his way around most  aircrafts,  but  his  knowledge  of mechanics began and ended there. “You holdin’ up all ri--?”

                     “Ugh! Shadow!”

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Got places to go, got to follow my rainbow !

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like this for a starter somewhere down the road.

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Sonic Adventure 2 VS. SFM Recreation by Hypo (Part 2 here)

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       “Yikes!”

The hedgehog bounced once,  twice before sliding to a  halt,  sword  dragging loudly across the ground.  Sitting  up,  he rubbed his head and blinked several times, trying to focus and ease the ringing from his ears. “--do that again, and show me how!”

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( shadow ):

“Hm—?” It took effort not to look curious in the least. Shadow turned to the source of the sound, raising a brow. The little knickknacks in the young fox’s shop had caught his eye, becoming of more interest than the younger male’s fretting. “No worries.” He would act upon request when he chose. “Where does the boy keep his tools? I can take a look, but I’ll make no promises. I still cannot believe that I am actually—here.” He crossed his arms, sneering down at Sonic, taking great effort to make himself appear taller. 

     “Tails’s stuff should be in the closet. I mean-- for this sort of thing.” He pulled back from the  sink,  doing  his  best  not  to  shake  himself out.  While he  normally  might have tried it,  he wanted to get the sink fixed  before  setting  Shadow  off;  he wasn’t enjoying  being  soaked, and he was careful to tiptoe around the puddle forming on the kitchen floor.  Whining a bit at the feeling of his wet fur pressing down against his skull, he  grabbed  up a towel and began  rubbing  at himself, ears flicking repeatedly. “This is right  up  your  alley, right? You should be done in no time.”