FREEDOM INCARNATE .ᐟ
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FREEDOM INCARNATE .ᐟ
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/ AMYYY... MY GIRL... HER EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE... IM SHAAKINGKSDFNG


He cannot see that hyperactive tail, but he can feel the air rapidly swishing nearby. As if a miniature tornado were to form. Creases appear between distressed crimson. "... Why?"

« getting up, scooting back onto the bed. Says nothing, but he glances between Sonic and the comforter. He doesn’t 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 to say anything. It’s happened before, Sonic having nightmares and. . sleeping in the same room just to get better sleep. . . That’s. . fine.

« no longer applying any resistance to the tight grasp around him. He merely lays there, tolerating it. . . But it does cross his mind how dirty the floor might be. Why’d he have to tackle him 𝙤𝙛𝙛 the bed? His response is nonverbal; reluctant, yet exclusive, surrender.

Simply does not know what to do with the information presented to him. His expression seems to short -circuit into a disturbed, blank stare. ... And then he glares. "You want something from me."

Utterly clueless and vaguely alarmed. Maybe a tad displeased with the interruption from a decent nap. ❝What. .❞ he mutters, attempting to free his arms with little effort. ❝What’s your problem. .❞

—?! "What's gotten into you—" Gloved hand makes futile attempts to pry him off.








