FUTURE: this must be a fucking joke
Sonic’s ears flattened. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the wall with his legs still in a mess of fabric.
“Nothing happened. I guess it would be useless to ask you to keep your voice down? Some people have raging headaches that are completely unrelated to previous activities.” he winced as soon as it came out of his mouth. Goddamn autopilot.
This really wasn’t going to help his headache.
Sonic groaned and rubbed his temples.
"You're a fucking idiot."
Her lack of sympathy was absolutely astounding. Shadow was intent on going after him, on utterly annihilating him for doing something so stupid that it even took him to a whole new level. It wasn't just a little alcohol, no, especially if he'd had that massive a headache the next day; it was a lot, it was a fucking lot and she remembered the last time.
She always remembered the last time.
"You're... a fucking... idiot..."
And maybe she was, too.
"... a lucky idiot."
Lucky. Maybe she was referring to the fact that she wouldn't kill him, that her fists were loosening, that she was staring at the ground and her jaw muscles relaxed into a miserable frown. Or maybe she was referring to something else. Either way, she was convinced he was a lucky bastard.
She wondered when that would run out.