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     The way Finitevus reacts, one might think he’s been told something completely devoid of sense. Sonic cracks a smile and says nothing. “Funny guy,” he thinks.

     And yet in the doctor’s eyes, it must truly be nonsensical. His reality is one forged in tragedy, reinforced by metal walls and malevolent creation. Sonic wonders what life must be like in the Empire, living amongst all that smog and ruin – nothing green, save for what Finitevus’ nurtures in his spare time. There’s a whole world he’s missing. The thought causes something to stir inside Sonic’s chest.

     The ghost orchid had been a gift without expectation. It was acknowledgement – “I see you.” A display of good will. Sonic hopes that Finitevus will remember that now.

     “One of those?” Sonic asks, practically giggling at the offer. “No way.” His voice takes on a mischievous tone, “I’ve got something better in mind!” True to his namesake, in the blink of an eye he’s closed the distance to situate himself behind Finitevus. One arm comes up under his knees, the other at his back, and just like that he’s secure in Sonic’s arms! His balance teeters slightly, thrown off-kilter by surprise – he wasn’t expecting him to be heavy. Sonic spares a glance at Finitevus’ hands and legs ( they’re cool to the touch ), noting their color; black, gold, and no red in sight. Some humility from Ivo.

     Maybe running off with the Empire’s surgeon isn’t the best idea, Sonic thinks, but when has that ever stopped him? So long as Eggman doesn’t go mortally wounding himself in the next few hours, he’ll survive an afternoon without him.

     “It’ll be quick.” He winks. “Think of it as, hm… field work!” If Finitevus' stomach can handle a warp ring, then it can definitely handle high speed travel. If not? Eh, a taste of his own medicine.

Finitevus watches Sonic closely, his pointed look paired with crossed arms. This hedgehog is too careless, he thinks, popping in as if every person — every thing — in this base wouldn't demote him to a stain on the wall given the chance. Finitevus included. However, as much as it begrudged him to admit, the more rational part of Finitevus' brain reminded him that not many would succeed. Perhaps his over flowing confidence wasn't completely misplaced.

The mention of flowers catches his interest. His expression tightens, a subtle whir as his hands instinctively grip metal forearms. "Rotting..." He repeats slowly, his default scowl replaced with something deeply contemplative. Rot. How unpleasantly nostalgic. Rot. Death. Decay. Finitevus shifts where he stands, mentally thumbing through his own lexicon of knowledge, putting pins in possible causes to instruct Sonic accordingly. Root rot was the most obvious cause to turn to - not as common for outdoor flora, but still possible. Perhaps some sort of fungal virus? It would be difficult to diagnose without seeing them for himself. Rot. Rot. Rot —

Pulled from his thoughts, he blinks at Sonic, mentally replaying what he thought he had heard before it clicks. "... Myself? Out there?" He motions to the side in a way that could only be described as dramatic. "That's— I don't— I've never left the base without—" He closes his mouth before he could finish. Eggman was not his handler. He didn't need permission to leave. This was not the compound. Remember that.

Tense shoulders force themselves to relax before  he speaks again. "... even if I were to entertain the idea, it's impossible. My rings won't take me to a place that I've not been before." Looking Sonic up and down before smiling a plastic smile, offering them his ring a little too closely. "Unless you wanted to open one yourself, that would suffice nicely. It would only hurt for a moment, I promise."

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     Sonic wonders if she’s noticed.

     Amy is twisting the edge of their dress with a hand, forcibly removing water. Next to them, Sonic tilts his head toward the sky. He’s watching the storm with an attentive eye, waiting for a flash of lightning to contrast all that grey. A few seconds pass and it happens – a bright burst. He immediately starts counting under his breath. 1, 2, 3 …

     A loud crack of thunder rattles the earth. Sonic stops and does some quick math in his head. “Less than a mile,” he thinks, meaning they’re stuck until the worst is over.

     It certainly doesn’t show any sign of stopping. What started as a light drizzle was now a full-fledged downpour, leaving them trapped under a canopy of leaves. Amy is still wrangling with her outfit when Sonic decides to remove a glove and stick his hand out, catching rain in his palm.

     Oh, he knows that laugh. Quiet, soft – a little defeated. He can see her in his periphery, sopping wet and no less beautiful. Amy is still Amy.

     Sonic reaches over to grab their hand suddenly. He locks their fingers together and tugs them closer; if they were just a tad bit taller, the two of them would be shoulder to shoulder. He whispers near their ear. “Look there.” There’s a river in the distance, long and winding. It follows a fluid path through the trees, and near the horizon where it breaks, it’s destination is visible, just barely. Never Lake. “Funny that we'd end up here, huh?"

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They feel silly. And petulant. They feel silly, because they like the rain, they do, and they like Sonic — well, love Sonic more than anything or anyone, but that's beside the immediate point — but they don't like this moment, beside Sonic, hiding out from the sudden rain under a tall tree. The foliage has rescued them, mostly, the downpour reduced to slow, occasionally droplets against their bangs. They feel silly for wanting to cry a little.

It's just — ugh! They'd put on makeup for this, and their dress is special and new and so so cute, and they'd even styled their quills up. She and Sonic were meeting up in the not - a - date - but - basically - a - date way they do now, and Amy wanted to look extra cute for Sonic. But now the makeup is ruined and her quills are back and flat and her dress is soaked and ruined. She wrings out the skirt. She feels petulant and stupid for caring about something so petty and shallow, because it's not like Sonic does. He isn't like that, and she knows that. But she'd been so excited to get dressed up and look cute for him. And now she can't even enjoy her not - date, even knowing that this is silly and doesn't matter! She's being annoying! She's being dumb! And that just feedbacks onto her petty, silly frustration. The smile she puts onto her mouth feels forced, even to her.

"Hah....that weatherwoman promised sunshine all day today!" She laughs softly, wiping at her eyes to remove the raindrops and, she hopes, any running mascara on her cheeks. "So much for our day out."

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"well, you're... colorful."

     Colorful™ holds both arms out in front of him, giving them a once-over. His eyes widen slightly as he turns his palms. … The display might’ve been believable if the subtle lift of the corners of his mouth didn’t give him away first. Time to drop the act.

     “Sonic, actually!” He says. “Though, you’re not the first to say it.” When meeting new people, they're quick to point out the blue fur, followed by his height - actually, everything pretaining to being a talking hedgehog. He's used to it. Sonic grins as he gestures toward her hair. “Seems like we’ve got that in common!”

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As sponsor of Amy Rose's love for Sonic the Hedgehog, and as one who has been victim to unrequited love for thousands of years upon years upon years upon years -- the witch must confess: she hates this blue fucking bitch and his inability to deliver on what Amy desires most: TRUE LOVE.

"*cackle*cackle*cackle*iiihihihihhyahahahahyahahaha!! You'll have to do better than that, Sonic the Hedgehog...!! Come, arise, Seven Stakes of Purgatory..!! Make this creature see what a heartless friend he has been to the one who cherishes him most!!"

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alright well. sorry everyone. the sonamy slow burn is over. we had a good run

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     Receiving a nickname from Sonic is a rare event. He prefers the sincerity (& intimacy) of using someone’s true name; especially ones that’re chosen or preferred. It stems from his forwardness — the way he’ll engage you with familiarity, strangers or not. Befriending Sonic is often quick and easy ( … a little strange, how quickly you’ll be swept up in his gravity. )

     His attentive nature can seem paradoxical when it comes in two different forms. Either you’re getting his undivided attention — unwavering eye contact and patient smile — or he’s seemingly distant, looking the other way with a finger in his ear. In both, he is listening. And in both, he’ll likely call you by your name.

     Amy is not █████, the same way she isn’t “Rose” or “Ames”. Tails is not “Miles”, he is Tails. Knuckles is — you guessed it — Knuckles. ( … and “blockhead” affectionately. )

     “But wait,” you may say. “What about Chip?” I’m hesitant to describe this as a nickname, because it was a matter of circumstance and necessity. Sonic had to address him somehow, and even then, he chose something based on what Chip enjoyed: the sundae. If Chip, once he’d found out his true identity, decided that he wanted to be called Light Gaia, Sonic would have switched in an instant. But he continues to use Chip, because… well. “Yeah! Chip! Chip! It’s great!”

     The same can be said for Eggman, hilariously enough. Eggman chooses to go by this name, despite the fact Sonic gave it to him as a bratty child. It’s… reclaimation? Somehow? It's still a choice he makes, and so Sonic respects it. *

     If one day Sonic does give you a nickname, this means he feels very close to you. It’s a gesture of affection. For example, if he were to call Shadow “faker”, it would be cheeky fondness. Still, he would much rather call him Shadow.

Sonic sometimes refers to Ivo as “Doc”, not necessarily as a nickname, but as an acknowledgement of his title. Eggman is highly intelligent and, y'know, has a literal PHD. It may seem odd, the mutual “respect” they have for one another, but it’s just the way things are!

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went to the symphony this weekend and met ohtani. he signed my lanyard. i will never be normal about this again 👍

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paging all my shadow writers on the dash. how're you holding up

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✭ — independent & selective blog for SONIC THE HEDGEHOG from SEGA'S SONIC SERIES. (game) canon compliant & headcanon inspired, occasionally dipping into other sources such as sonic x or idw. oc and crossover friendly! set free by ame (any pronouns, 21+, gmt +0) since oct. 2013. 🌴

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     Eugh.. why did he just feel a shiver down his spine —

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     "Any requests?"

          "Commit a crime. It would be funny."

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     To a certain degree, Sonic has touch aversion. Personal space is greatly important to him, and so he keeps a comfortable distance with most. Outward affection has never been his thing — hugs, no matter how well intentioned, always leave him a bit stiff.

     He doesn’t dislike touch; with those he’s familiar with, it’s easier to accept. Friendly gestures, such as an arm around the shoulders, are welcomed. He may even initiate these! But it really depends on the day or his mood. Sometimes, even a subtle brush of a hand can make him squirm. If you’re patient and allow him to lead (in his own time), your chances of recieving some ‘hog favour are much higher. With romantic partners he’s more receptive, but expect him to wiggle out of your arms now and then.

     The exception to the rule is hand holding. More specifically, holding his hand out for others.

     Offering a hand — the olive branch — is a recurring theme with Sonic. While he may not see it as some grand or intimate gesture, there’s something warm about it. A sincerity in the choice to take it; to choose freedom.

     When you’re like the wind, you aren’t meant to be a constant companion. The adventures Sonic goes on are ephemeral, and occasionally, so are the connections he finds. But in those connections, no matter how fleeting, is lasting impact. Sonic has a way of changing the lives of those he meets, and for some, that change comes in the way of an outstretched hand. Yes, I want to live life. In spite of fear. In spite of pain. In spite of knowing it all ends.

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"Whoa, whoa —" It's not the first time Sonic's been sent flying after a fight; and knocking his spindashing for into a too - large badnik with her hammer often seems to cause just that. The pink heroine sees him coming down and bolts to where he'll probably hit; it's an easy catch, once she's sure she's lined up, and he lands safe and snug in the their arms. It's easy — like holding a couple of grapes — and there's not even any damage from his quills, would you look at that! "Woo, that was close! You okay, Sonic?"

       So, here’s the thing: he’s pretty good with a spindash. If you were to ask him, Sonic would confidently tell you there’s no bot he can’t shred through… usually. Because, usually, Eggman doesn’t create badniks that are made of chromium. He ping-pongs off it like a bouncy ball. Dizzy is an understatement.

     As he’s free falling through the air, imaginary stars rotating around his head, he doesn’t notice Amy running to catch him. He lands in her arms with a thud and briefly wonders how he isn’t a splat on the floor.

     “Uh…” Sonic shakes his head and looks up, eyes finally centering on her face. “Wow,” he whistles, grinning wildly. “Nice catch, Amy!” His voice takes on a playful tone. “Guess I really fell for you this time, huh?"

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