Shadow instantly drops the pen, slamming the book down and keeping his hands safely pressed against the top. Wild red eyes glare back at Sonic, as if silently asking him, "What the hell do you want?!"
No words come, however, as he sees the letter with the precious little heart sticker right on the flap.
What.
Is.
That.
He stares at Sonic incredulously, then to the letter. Sonic, the letter. Sonic, the letter, Sonic.]
... You expect me to care about that?
[Especially when he wants no other admirer but the one he is doodling in his book...]
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branchandroot
YES VERY GOOD
Date: 2012-05-24 01:02 am (UTC)SHIT.
Shadow instantly drops the pen, slamming the book down and keeping his hands safely pressed against the top. Wild red eyes glare back at Sonic, as if silently asking him, "What the hell do you want?!"
No words come, however, as he sees the letter with the precious little heart sticker right on the flap.
What.
Is.
That.
He stares at Sonic incredulously, then to the letter. Sonic, the letter. Sonic, the letter, Sonic.]
... You expect me to care about that?
[Especially when he wants no other admirer but the one he is doodling in his book...]