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hair cut and One of my three skirts huzzah (pictures courtesy of my mom awwww awww)
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☾ sonic ☽ :
Sometimes a guy just needed to kick back and enjoy the view, and Sonic couldn’t help but be distracted by the distant twinkling lights laid out before him this fine summer night while out on an evening jog. Cicadas chimed quietly and an owl hooted from a tree far away in the otherwise slumbering forest. It brought on a peaceful ambiance, and if it weren’t for the faint breeze stirring his fur, the hero might’ve just dozed off where he sat.
So one could imagine he was quite startled to feel the sudden weight of fabric on his shoulders and a deep, but familiar voice right behind him. He takes in a sharp breath, hands tensing on either sides of the stump, and whirls in his seat, catching the glimpse of crimson against Shadow’s dark silhouette.
❝Chaos—.…Shadow….❞
His stiffened quills relax, one hand releasing it’s hold on the tree stump to run over said spikes in an effort to smooth them down quicker. Then he laughs breathlessly and slumps a little with a relieved grin, grabbing onto the hems of the jacket.
❝Don’t sneak up on me like that, you’ll give me a heart attack ! Hah hah,, hah.❞
Heh. “You ought to be paying attention better, Faker,” he shrugs, huffing in amusement at the other’s nervousness. Clearly, Sonic wasn’t expecting a visitor tonight, or to be found in this place anyway. Shadow has half a mind to consider he might not be welcome, but he’s not here for long anyway. If such trivial doubt was enough to dissuade him, he wouldn’t have come all the way here.
“Sorry,” he corrects himself, dropping the challenging tone as he side-eyes his rival. He decides to sit eventually, the strain in his limbs thankful for the respite. The quiet is a relief too, in a way, with how he’s spent the last while in a grand noisy futuristic city. This scenery may not be as impressive but the calm that comes with it certainly has its charm. Might as well enjoy it while he can. “I just wanted to see you.”
MAFIA...........
i just hit the same (undisclosed) amount of followers i had on @qtinya when qsmpblr was really active. this is scary. hey guys
THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME
lmao why do i always abandon this account for months then be like THE MUSE IS BACK ugh kill me before this happens again.