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flicking the back of @thedarkhero.bsky.social 's head when he's not looking, but teleports to the other side of him when he turns around. she's just messing with him.
"i could say the same to you," she replied, staring off into space and not bothering to look upset or sound offended.
her tone was flat and her features blank. nothing he said would bother her.
her tone was flat and her features blank. nothing he said would bother her.
❝A new addition to GUN’s forces… hmph. Try to keep up. And don’t slow me down.❞
she stares at him and goes to stand next to him, keeping her arms at her sides and staring off into space silently. not really making much eye contact.
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currently playing the old organ in the corner of the chapel, the sound echoing through the rafters and booming through the seemingly empty space.
it was a haunting and bewitching melody.
it was a haunting and bewitching melody.
scoffing a little bit, but her face doesn't betray any emotion. rolling her eyes.
"we don't have to be careful. there is nothing to be careful about. two people should be allowed to speak, shadow."
"we don't have to be careful. there is nothing to be careful about. two people should be allowed to speak, shadow."
It only caught me off guard. That means we’re being watched… we ought to be careful.
there is nothing to know. so i wouldn't worry about it, shadow.
Agreed. Especially since she knows of us.
that's true. we should just knock out the nun.
Too good for her. Knock her out.
why are we tormenting the nun. . . . . just punch her.
douchebag doesn't know why he's brooding right now, but she is there next to him, staring off into the distance and feeling calmed by the scent. the hem of her dress flutters against her legs. she remains silent.
Holding a flower of lavender in a field of flowers. The winds blew against his blackened quills as he stares forward. The warm embrace of the winds reminding him of… well it’s not worth it now. Even if his mind berates him with it.
she follows along next to him, glancing at the cafe before looking at shadow.
"you want to go to the cafe. i don't mind. it'll be fun," she said with the most monotone tone of voice.
"what would you like from there, shadow."
"you want to go to the cafe. i don't mind. it'll be fun," she said with the most monotone tone of voice.
"what would you like from there, shadow."
Shadow himself isn’t entirely fond of any booths as well. But he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t… thirsty. In his general field of vision. He could see a cafe.
❝There.❞
He gestures towards. Walking ahead towards the cafe.
❝There.❞
He gestures towards. Walking ahead towards the cafe.
"sure, why not. we can keep going," she replied, eyes flicking to his features before she resumes her attention forward.
douchebag doesn't seem as interested in the other booths, but she doesn't mind walking near shadow or spending time with him.
"where would you like to go."
douchebag doesn't seem as interested in the other booths, but she doesn't mind walking near shadow or spending time with him.
"where would you like to go."
❝…Yes. I will.❞
He appears to be far more determined than earlier. At ease yet focused.
❝This festival warrants some exploration, don’t you think? Would you like to keep going?❞
He appears to be far more determined than earlier. At ease yet focused.
❝This festival warrants some exploration, don’t you think? Would you like to keep going?❞
the blonde hedgehog lowered her hand from his arm, continuing to walk and only briefly glancing at shadow.
"is that so. i'm . . . happy you're able to see such loss positively. you're doing a wonderful job. keep it up," she replied bluntly, though her voice was soft.
"is that so. i'm . . . happy you're able to see such loss positively. you're doing a wonderful job. keep it up," she replied bluntly, though her voice was soft.
Shadow noticeably stiffens at her touch. Him not being one used to such a thing. Not since back then. He soon shakes it off.
❝It helps to have someone to listen to me. Though she’s gone…I made sure her promise will be fulfilled. That’s what drives me forward.❞
❝It helps to have someone to listen to me. Though she’s gone…I made sure her promise will be fulfilled. That’s what drives me forward.❞
"froggy wanted to be here. froggy not alone," she insisted, though the toddler was very much alone.
froggy took a handful of popcorn and shoved it into her mouth to eat. staring at the track with wide brown eyes.
froggy took a handful of popcorn and shoved it into her mouth to eat. staring at the track with wide brown eyes.
Taking a small piece. Momentarily distracted by the popcorn and the action.
❝They are— Why are you here? Isn’t it dangerous for you to be alone?❞
❝They are— Why are you here? Isn’t it dangerous for you to be alone?❞
glancing over at shadow and smiling, pointing to the track with her free hand and offering him some popcorn.
"they're going on a track! see? they're on a track."
"they're going on a track! see? they're on a track."
Slowly sitting beside her. Arms crossed and a brow raised.
the toddler IS watching the #𝐂𝐖𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐗 and is sitting by herself, a soda in one hand and a popcorn bucket in the other.
"i'm sorry to hear that, shadow. i understand it must be hard for you," the woman replied, her apologies genuine but sounding stiff.
douchebag was not used to expressing sympathy even if she felt it at that moment. so, she placed a hand on his arm and continued walking. hopefully that helped.
douchebag was not used to expressing sympathy even if she felt it at that moment. so, she placed a hand on his arm and continued walking. hopefully that helped.
❝It’s… someone special. Someone that I used to know.❞
He takes the plushie’s stubby limb. For a brief moment he finds comfort in its softness. But that same softness he’s felt before in his past. The same warmth he’s been chasing and it has haunted him. Shadow let the stubby limb fall.
He takes the plushie’s stubby limb. For a brief moment he finds comfort in its softness. But that same softness he’s felt before in his past. The same warmth he’s been chasing and it has haunted him. Shadow let the stubby limb fall.