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@dogz4blood​​ | continued from here

“Why should I be?” Infinite grumbles.

It’s been...strange, to say the least. Living with someone who was apparently his worst enemy isn’t a very normal thing to do! Infinite’s been sleeping on the hedgehog’s couch. He hasn’t quite adapted to Sonic’s quirks, yet. He hasn’t slept in a few days, paranoid about possible sneak attacks, and he’s also currently drinking coffee through a metal straw, barely lifting the bottom of his mask to do so.

“I don’t,” he yawns, “know what you expect of me. I’ve barely processed that the last year of my life has been a lie.”

“It’s a nice day out today, is all! I just think it’d be a shame to keep yourself cooped up in here all day.” Sonic shakes his head.

Things have been pretty interesting, lately. Sonic hasn’t processed everything that happened either, and yet, he was so quick to offer Infinite a helping hand. Past encounters have maybe made him a little too willy-nilly in giving people who previously tried to kill him a second chance, but he can’t help it. There’s a weird respect Sonic has for someone who’s able to defeat him.

It’s not like he’s being overly naive about this, or anything- he’s ready to kick Infinite’s butt if he has to, he’s been keeping his distance, and all that.

 “...But clearly you need a nap.”