#◜ ❥◞ ━ 𝐕𝟏. 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘. ❜

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     “Soon.” And by that very ominous statement, she means time for cookies! No one is spared from her annual holiday baking... best not try and escape that fate.

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❛  ♥ @skyfcx​​, continued.

     “Nothing! Absolutely nothing, because it’s not what I did to it,” she gasps, frantically waving her hands about, “… it’s what Eggman did!”

     The sound of ‘PIKO!’ fills the air as Amy’s hammer appears, just in time to heftily smack the rogue coffee maker away from Tails and sending it flying into a corner of the kitchen. Yes, it was attempting violence. Yes, somewhere amidst her morning routine, it had turned into a badnik. Yes, she’s utterly bewildered. 

     “Eugh —” She cringes, thin shoulders raising in disgust. “Um… okay, to make a long story short: I found a box of coffee pods outside my apartment door yesterday, and I thought hey, what a nice gift! Because they were wrapped so cutely, with a little bow and everything, and I figured it may have been from Vanilla or Cream, but…”

     She gestures to the coffee maker, which is awkwardly trying to pick itself up off the floor. Amy kind of just stares.

     “… yeeeaaahh.”

[hammeringheart]

We call that a "mean bean machine"

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     Arriving to the scene is none other than Amy Rose herself, with... more than enough travel bags — at least she looks cute in her summer outfit! Honey branded romper? Check. Sunglasses? Check. The ability to summon her hammer should a certain mustached doctor decide to ruin their holiday? Er... check!

     “Gosh, look at this weather! I’m totally soaking up all the sunshine this place has to offer.”

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     “Happy Holidays! Come and snag a cookie — they’re on me and made with plenty of love and holiday cheer! ... and sprinkles.”

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Amy Rose, you are too cute.

     “Hehe, don’t I know it — thank you!”

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     “Isn’t romance the sweetest thing?”

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❛  ♥ @suppcrtingme​​: he offers his hand to amy immediately. she was not going to be left alone. not on shadow's watch.

     Oh. She’s staring at his hand with obsessive attention, like she’s just been offered the key to the city. It’s such a simple gesture, sure, but there’s still a twinkle to be found in her eyes.

     “But it’s not Valentine’s Day yet, silly.” Amy takes his hand anyways, gives it a tiny squeeze as she beams at him. “... You’re sweet.”

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     “I’ve got two hands and someone better be holding at least one of them for Valentine’s Day.”

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     — Loudly pouts in 2′10″.

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     “. . . I lost my glasses. If I call any of you by the wrong name, no I didn’t.”

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❛ ♥ @wisteriablaze​​ said: Gentle shoulder tap. "...Hello Amy. Apologies for the lack of notice, but I believe I require your help." She flicks her tail almost sheepishly, hands clasped in front. "It's a... Pseudo-emergency? One could say."

     It’s a very good thing that Amy recognizes that voice, otherwise her poor friend would’ve been piko’d already. She does a small jump despite herself, shoulders bunching up in tandem with her quills. The bag in her hands — small, thankfully holding nothing breakable — falls to the floor. 

     “Blaze!” she gasps, turning around to greet her; how embarrassing. “Goodness, I’m so sorry — you totally scared me, haha!” Amy waves her hands back and forth and nervously giggles, face flush. “Please, don’t apologize, I’m always happy to see you! Shame it can never be under better circumstances though, huh?”

     The words ‘pseudo emergency’ were all Amy needed to hear, forgetting all about her bag and reaching for the communicator situated around her wrist instead. “Should I call Sonic and Tails? They’re out testing some kind of new propeller for the Tornado,” or something like that, she honestly couldn’t recall, “but they can get here fast!”

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     “One year older today..! I’m practically wrinkling, yeesh.”

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     “Keep talking about Cream’s family that way and I’ll make sure that you’re both well aquatinted with my hammer.”

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❛ ♥ @greaterspeed​​​ said: You would have thought Sonic would want to see her person on her birthday, but maybe he truly is just shy. Instead opting to leave a carefully boxed birthday cupcake and a single red rose on her apartment doorstep. Left with no name, of course. He certainly hoped that Amy wouldn't mine that the cupcake was slightly burnt around the edges. He tried his best.

     September 23d was okay. A completely normal, average day — nothing to write home about, though home would write to her, the same way it did every year on September 23rd.

     Home was the reason she’d stayed in bed a slight later than usual, and why she’d spent an extra half an hour fussing over her morning rituals. Which coffee to make, what headband to wear, whether or not she should skip breakfast (like she had done the past few days leading up to September 23rd).

     It’s nearly afternoon by the time she musters enough strength to check the mail, feet defiantly dragging as she toddles over towards her front door. Amy stares at the door and sighs, inhaling deeply and balling her fists on the exhale. Last year, she hadn’t even read the letter from her parents — at least, not immediately. It was shoved in a drawer in her bedroom, hidden behind pairs of socks, forgotten until a few months later. She would do the same this year.

     Choosing the path of least resistance, she promises herself that the letter will be subsequently buried and opens the door. Her foot barely lifts, and it’s a good thing too, otherwise the gift lying in wait might’ve been squashed under the heel of her boot. Amy pauses, staring down at the box with wide eyes and a quiet gasp.

     She looks down the hallway — left, then right — hoping to steal a glimpse of her secret gift giver, but to no avail. She purses her lips and turns her attention back to the present, reaching down to tenderly take it into her arms. No card or signature… how mysterious.  

     Dainty fingers take care in lifting the lid off the box, and as she peers inside, Amy finds herself overcome with joy at the sight of the cupcake. Being something of a self-proclaimed ‘expert baker’, she immediately spots that it’s handmade rather than store bought. The slightly burnt edges say enough, but somehow, they make the sentiment even sweeter.

     Amy secures the box and holds it close to her chest, stealing a moment to examine the accompanying rose. She buries her nose against one of it’s petals and inhales, unable to help the smile that reaches the corners of her mouth.

     Though September 23rd was a completely normal, average day, and home was still waiting for her downstairs, all of that suddenly felt small in comparison to the hope in her chest — that although she has no way of knowing who left this on her doorstep, she silently yearns for it to be someone specific.

[hammeringheart]

"Amy, lay some truth on me! Who's the coolest girl in the whole world?"

❛  ♥  honesty hour with truth serum ; accepting!

     “Easy one,” she grins, tapping the top of her nose with an index finger. “The coolest girl in the whole world is definitely Cream! — I’m a pretttty close second, though, wouldn’t you agree?”