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{➹} – IT WAS UP TO MEPHILES to decide if the hedgehog staring at him was doing so because he was honestly wary of the other (given how the dark had an odd way of throwing ‘affection’ his way) or simply didn’t know what to say after such a long absence. Or what he could only assume was a long absence. The multiverse was funny that way, what had been three years for the hero could have been any length of time for Mephiles.
Regardless, if the dark looked hard, they would have undoubtedly seen some joy in that emerald gaze. Despite everything, Arrow had missed the other.
“Mephiles...”













