#Neither Silv nor Es would be scared of heights

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ooo I can ask about 60 & 61 too for Espilver 👀

Yass, of course~ I'll answer 60 secondly so I can put in a read more for a Fic Excerpt :3

61. What do they usually text about?

I can imagine Espio is not really much of a texter, keeping it very simple and sticking to messages likes "Doing groceries now", "Food in fridge", "Will be back by 5", and stuff like that. Eventually Silver teaches him how to use emojis and he begins adding the occasional ❤ to his texts... but he's definitely the more demure message-sender of the two😂 Silver on the other hand would probably take lots of pictures, for example of scenery and animals and of him and their friends when they are hanging out together. Or he just sends a gushy message to Es about how much he loves him and that he wishes he has a good day at work! (Espio will probably respond with the most dry "I will. Love you too. Will be back before lunch. ❤." and everyone is like "uh" but Silver all but squeals because he knows this is how Espio expresses his love to him🥺💕)

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

I was looking at the 100 questions list, and I came across this one... and my immediate reaction was that yes, they would, and they do it on the regular! I liked it so much I even made it into a chapter for my Flufftober fic :3 There's a piece of that under the cut if you're interested! But to answer the question itself, there's no way Silver with his psychokinesis wouldn't love flying up into the sky and just dropping down afterwards until he's only a few more meters above the ground again. And Espio thrives on dangerous situations, he'll gladly join for the rush alone!

[cool fic intro not yet written sorry]

Vector had quirked up a bemused eyebrow as they stumbled down from the attic with winter garb in hand and had teased them about Silver’s time-travel powers finally having made both of them go insane, but the hedgehog had merely stuck out his tongue and swept Espio into his arms before taking off. The thick winter jacket is snug around him, and despite the sun shining brightly in the cloud-less summer sky Espio is happy he is wearing it; it is cold, a good five thousand meters up in the sky.

“This should do nicely,” Silver purrs, his body enshrouded in cyan the same beauty to behold as always. The ground underneath them simply cannot compare, but Espio smiles at the same at the miniscule specks that indicate landmarks and tiny puddles that are cities. The horizon is farther than ever before, swallowed up by the ocean stretching out in front of them, and he can see places he can recall the name of but never could visit due to the distance. He is at peace, and he loves life, and he loves Silver. “Where do we live, Espio?”

The chameleon hums and leans over, arms wrapped around Silver’s neck just in case. “There,” he notes, tail flicking down to indicate a small street in a city at the edge of the sea. “You can see the red roof of our house, just to the left of the park and above the supermarket.”

“It’s so tiny,” the hedgehog purrs as Espio chuckles. “I feel so big like this!”

“For the world down below we’re just as small.” But the other’s delight is infectious, and Espio presses a kiss against a red-tinted cheek as he holds onto him a bit more snugly. Usually they operate the other way around, with Silver in the chameleon’s arms and getting carried around protectively. But the other delights in this change in position, Espio knows very well, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bring quite some enjoyment to him also. It’s nice, to be lifted up and tucked against a warm chest with frosty cheeks to kiss and soft white fur within reach to tease and caress.

“Stop that,” Silver huffs, a shiver going through his entire body as the chameleon meets his next target and presses a small peck right on top of that downy fluff. “I’ll lose my concentration and then we’ll die.”

“My love, you are much too adept at using your powers for that to happen,” Espio flatters, but he relents all the same. His beloved is not above opening his arms and letting him drop freely without following – at first, at least – and though the rush is exhilarating, he would rather share it with the psychic than be forced into it alone.

That's all I have for now! I want to make it into a drawing too, but just like my writing WIP folder my drawing WIP folder is... quickly increasing in size👀 So we'll see when that one is finished!