[ two weeks have gone by in the blink of an eye. sonic, being the ever-moving enigma that he is, wouldn't have noticed if there was one small detail missing from his new way of living.
that damn cyborg and his confession still stuck at the forefront of his mind, clouded only by the jobs he's taken, the places he's lurked. it wasn't always a common pattern for him, but on his downtime he'd lay in bed, think about the things that have happened, what's taken place around his apartment complex one too many days prior. he didn't find it as frustrating as it could have been, surprised at how little anger he felt with every memory that touched the spaces in his home; his couch still remained a place of rest, kitchen untouched except to grab pre-made meals or one of many boxes of juice at his disposal, even though his hand would linger a tad longer than usual on the counter they'd shared when he used it as leverage to reach for a plate.
past that, everything was... normal, really. nothing felt wrong or out of place. sonic had stopped growing restless, angry, and perturbed over his feelings for genos, a big surprise that wasn't all that surprising in the least. the only thing that was different, maybe a touch odd to him was when he came home late one evening, slipped off his uniform and onto the floor before padding not to the closet to grab his futon, but to the empty bed he never thought about using until genos occupied it. sonic didn't dwell on it too much, not until he had a moment to spare and some time to laze around, question himself, his morals, then fall back on just breathing and reminding himself that there was nothing wrong with a little change. life was the same as it always had been, just with a new addition.
another extension that helped to segue into this lifestyle change were the texts he'd shoot back and forth to genos, or the voicemail they'd have to leave, since neither of them seemed to catch each other at the right moment. photos were rare on his end, being so flighty and sidetracked to even think about it until his head's hit the pillow, but after several challenging face-offs (selfie-offs, sonic would call them) he started to receive less of the teen's face and more of just random, mundane things—a flower blossoming in the depths of the sidewalk, stray cats idling in an alleyway, lunches he assumed were going to be consumed just after a photo was taken. sometimes he'd think about asking, always hovering his finger over the prompt to send before dialing it back, type out a response to the picture instead—pet it for me he once replied with out of maybe fifteen cat photos he still has saved, only to open a second picture where a very familiar-looking titanium hand was wrapped in the clutches of the feline's fangs and claws—before pocketing his phone and going on his merry way.
this was how it continued to be for fourteen days, now rolling into the fifteenth with the sun rising and greeting him bright and early. sonic wasn't the type to always be at his phone, needing to check up on all that social media crap people nowadays tend to stick like glue to, but now it was habit to reach for it for more than just the time, crack an eye open and roam a blurry gaze over a text genos would undoubtedly leave for him sometime in the wee hours of the morning, or at night before the ninja carted himself off to sleep. months ago sonic would have teased him for it, would have probably gotten the cold shoulder since the guy was so damn sensitive. unlike then, he too shoots off a message when something comes to mind, or to be insufferable and obnoxious by sending a raunchy picture right after genos tells him he's with his all-knowing sensei. it's become second nature by this point, a comfortable sort he's getting quite accustomed to.
still, it didn't beat having the living, breathing thing in front of him.
about halfway through his day (and his sixth iced coffee) sonic's wondering if he can track his... exception down, pop up and surprise him with that trademark grin of his. the text he woke up to this morning was a snapshot of the sun rising up and over the expanse of what he thinks is t-city, if all the skyscrapers and unopened shops littering the whole lot of it told him anything. hero duties always seemed to take him every which-way, didn't they?
a second glance to his schedule, the picture, then his trusty speedy mcfaster is incentive enough to go on a whim, see if it'll even take him anywhere to begin with.
for anyone that wasn't sonic, the trip there should have taken hours on end, but this speedy ninja makes it just in time to see a huge dust cloud explode somewhere in the corner of his vision, grin stretched to the brim when he hears the telltale signs of a canon-like noise going off. perfect! not only did he track genos down, but he also came just in time to witness what sounds like an interesting battle, practically vibrating from secondhand adrenaline.
cheerfully humming while bouncing from one landing to another, the villain flips out his cellphone, presses the second speed-dial before stopping just one building away from the fight. being this close means he'll have to dodge some debris flying towards him every now and then, but that's a small setback in an otherwise superb opportunity to really observe the s-class demon cyborg's true powers. he'll ignore his insides doing strange flips as soon as a tuft of blond, mussed up hair is barely in view, craning his head every which-way while cursing at the soot for blocking out most of the scene.
whatever, as long as genos picks up then he'll have accomplished his mission, reaching up to tug his violet-colored hoodie down further for coverage as he waits. ]
fifteen days and fourteen hours later...
that damn cyborg and his confession still stuck at the forefront of his mind, clouded only by the jobs he's taken, the places he's lurked. it wasn't always a common pattern for him, but on his downtime he'd lay in bed, think about the things that have happened, what's taken place around his apartment complex one too many days prior. he didn't find it as frustrating as it could have been, surprised at how little anger he felt with every memory that touched the spaces in his home; his couch still remained a place of rest, kitchen untouched except to grab pre-made meals or one of many boxes of juice at his disposal, even though his hand would linger a tad longer than usual on the counter they'd shared when he used it as leverage to reach for a plate.
past that, everything was... normal, really. nothing felt wrong or out of place. sonic had stopped growing restless, angry, and perturbed over his feelings for genos, a big surprise that wasn't all that surprising in the least. the only thing that was different, maybe a touch odd to him was when he came home late one evening, slipped off his uniform and onto the floor before padding not to the closet to grab his futon, but to the empty bed he never thought about using until genos occupied it. sonic didn't dwell on it too much, not until he had a moment to spare and some time to laze around, question himself, his morals, then fall back on just breathing and reminding himself that there was nothing wrong with a little change. life was the same as it always had been, just with a new addition.
another extension that helped to segue into this lifestyle change were the texts he'd shoot back and forth to genos, or the voicemail they'd have to leave, since neither of them seemed to catch each other at the right moment. photos were rare on his end, being so flighty and sidetracked to even think about it until his head's hit the pillow, but after several challenging face-offs (selfie-offs, sonic would call them) he started to receive less of the teen's face and more of just random, mundane things—a flower blossoming in the depths of the sidewalk, stray cats idling in an alleyway, lunches he assumed were going to be consumed just after a photo was taken. sometimes he'd think about asking, always hovering his finger over the prompt to send before dialing it back, type out a response to the picture instead—pet it for me he once replied with out of maybe fifteen cat photos he still has saved, only to open a second picture where a very familiar-looking titanium hand was wrapped in the clutches of the feline's fangs and claws—before pocketing his phone and going on his merry way.
this was how it continued to be for fourteen days, now rolling into the fifteenth with the sun rising and greeting him bright and early. sonic wasn't the type to always be at his phone, needing to check up on all that social media crap people nowadays tend to stick like glue to, but now it was habit to reach for it for more than just the time, crack an eye open and roam a blurry gaze over a text genos would undoubtedly leave for him sometime in the wee hours of the morning, or at night before the ninja carted himself off to sleep. months ago sonic would have teased him for it, would have probably gotten the cold shoulder since the guy was so damn sensitive. unlike then, he too shoots off a message when something comes to mind, or to be insufferable and obnoxious by sending a raunchy picture right after genos tells him he's with his all-knowing sensei. it's become second nature by this point, a comfortable sort he's getting quite accustomed to.
still, it didn't beat having the living, breathing thing in front of him.
about halfway through his day (and his sixth iced coffee) sonic's wondering if he can track his... exception down, pop up and surprise him with that trademark grin of his. the text he woke up to this morning was a snapshot of the sun rising up and over the expanse of what he thinks is t-city, if all the skyscrapers and unopened shops littering the whole lot of it told him anything. hero duties always seemed to take him every which-way, didn't they?
a second glance to his schedule, the picture, then his trusty speedy mcfaster is incentive enough to go on a whim, see if it'll even take him anywhere to begin with.
for anyone that wasn't sonic, the trip there should have taken hours on end, but this speedy ninja makes it just in time to see a huge dust cloud explode somewhere in the corner of his vision, grin stretched to the brim when he hears the telltale signs of a canon-like noise going off. perfect! not only did he track genos down, but he also came just in time to witness what sounds like an interesting battle, practically vibrating from secondhand adrenaline.
cheerfully humming while bouncing from one landing to another, the villain flips out his cellphone, presses the second speed-dial before stopping just one building away from the fight. being this close means he'll have to dodge some debris flying towards him every now and then, but that's a small setback in an otherwise superb opportunity to really observe the s-class demon cyborg's true powers. he'll ignore his insides doing strange flips as soon as a tuft of blond, mussed up hair is barely in view, craning his head every which-way while cursing at the soot for blocking out most of the scene.
whatever, as long as genos picks up then he'll have accomplished his mission, reaching up to tug his violet-colored hoodie down further for coverage as he waits. ]