“No, but it may be a show for my level of tolerance.”
“And what’s that supposed ‘ta mean?”
“I’m popular now.”
“Ah, please. You’ve got a lotta work to do if you wanna be worth anything.
“Just bein’ in my presence isn’t going to make up for your set-backs.”
Unrefined rude hedgehog. Hmph. “I am capable of other emotions. Your presence never seems to call for any other, however. Hmph.” He glowered at him. “There are others who appreciate my worth more than you do, blue hedgehog, and I prefer to keep my company with them.”
He suddenly began to pout. “And no, my face will not get stuck this way. Hmph.” I hope a bird swoops by and pecks off your cheeky tongue. Hmph.
“Yeah, it will, and then you will be whining about how I didn’t warn you when I did,” replied the smug blue hedgehog quickly, as if he’d been expecting Shadow to respond that way. And he probably had. “And then I will be like, ‘Nope, nope, I told you already, it’s your own fault.’ And then you’ll punch me in the jaw.” Somehow, Sonic didn’t seem intimidated by the idea.
“Why, I’m hurt,” and to emphasize this, Sonic grappled for his chest as if he was having a heart attack. It wasn’t convincing. “You feel like I don’t appreciate your worth? Considering the world would be destroyed without you.” He shrugged. “But that’s about as far as it goes.”
“Hmph. Perhaps not. There is no knowing with you, blue hedgehog.” He continued to wear a scowl on his face. He huffed. He makes a point. Perhaps he will be civil. …But who am I kidding? He has scarcely been civil to me since we met. “I am sure you have been doing well with your heroics as usual.” Used for gaining bragging rights.
…I should pay the other Sonic a visit. It’s times like this where I miss his kind company.
“Actually, not much has been goin’ on,” was Sonic’s reply as he stuck one finger into his ear and dug in. “Maybe your ugly face has been scarin’ off the bad guys.” With that jeer made, he slumped against a railing, giving an uncaring shrug. It was as if he was just stating a fact rather than picking at the poor ebony hedgehog. (Which, well, for all we know, Sonic did actually think that was fact.)
“Wonder if all you’re capable of is sneering. Y’know, if you keep doing that, your face’ll get stuck.” His tongue peeked out and his hands twitched to reach up to the top of his head and waggle his fingers, but he decided against the second part.
“No.” Frankly, I was hoping that I would never see the likes of you again. Christ almighty, I have befriended a much nicer Sonic than you, and I have big brother, and I would prefer it if you would stay out of my sight.
“Well, that’s a nice way to greet me. Sheeeeesh.”
He wasn’t actually angry. Quite honestly, it was worth it seeing that expression on Shadow’s face, and it wasn’t as if he was making some active effort to be Shadow’s friend.
“I haven’t even said anything mean!” Yet.
basically me cackling and also reading Sonic’s lines
I had nothing to do with that? I am you, you dolt! Surely you know how time works. You wouldn’t even exist without me!
“This is just ridiculous. This guy’s ego was bigger than the highest skyscraper Robotropolis!”
*This… hedgehog irritated young Sonic so much! His logic was flawed and he had absolutely no sense of respect. Sonic just crossed his arms and looked away from him. He was counting numbers in his head, trying to refrain himself from jumping up and hitting that jerk in the head. Maybe that could set him straight.*
Sonic stays still for a few moments, twitching his ear in irritation. Son of a gun, he’s gotta be put in his place! It’s true, though, he won’t deny it; Classic does eventually turn into him. That doesn’t make him any better, nor does it mean his successes rely on him specifically.
Then something occurs to him belatedly. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a mute?” he asks, eyes narrowed. “What’d ya do, yank out Tails’s vocal chords?”
“I did not miss you either, blue hedgehog.” Oh, it’s been too long. But not long enough. Absol began to growl softly by his feet, and he calmed the Pokemon with one hand. They exchanged a look. Yes, this is what I’ve had to deal with. No, it is not pleasant.
“You’ve been spreading your own good cheer around, I see,” he said, folding his arms and turning his head. “Your attitude will get you into trouble someday. Hmph.” If it weren’t for what he does, and how many people admire him, I might wipe that smug smirk off his face. He sighed. But my own reasons are not enough. My duty is to protect this world—
—and if he’s helping, I have to give it to him.
And McPouty Pout strikes again! There he goes, turning his head to the side, crossing his arms. Shadow’s waaaay too serious for his own good. It makes it easier for Sonic to pick on him, though, so he can’t complain entirely. He probably would, anyway, just a little. Complain complain complain. Shadow, why do you have a stick up your rear end?
With absolute disregard to personal space, the blue hedgehog throws his arm over the other’s shoulders like as if they’re the best of friends. They aren’t, obviously. Just as much as the ebony hedgehog detests him, he rather dislikes the other in return. It’s the circle of hedgehog-herodom. He’s designed to push Shadow’s buttons and rescue lives at the same time. Sonic’ll tell you that the former is far easier than the latter.
“As much as I appreciate your concern,” the blue hedgehog mutters, grinning in arrogance, “didn’t you tell me that the ‘true ultimate life form’ is me? Ah? Ah?” He pulls away, flicking his wrist. “‘sides, it seems to me like you’ve gotten into more deep crud than I ever will. Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he squeals, in a very lame imitation of a high-pitched Shadow voice, “ohhhh Mariaaaaa, how do I stoooop aaaangstinnnnggg? I caaaaan’t stoooooooop, oooohhh I’m gonna write gothic poetry all day!”
/Well then./ [[: Youre not very nice…
[[: Too bad.
He really can’t bring himself to care.