Work Text:
Silver stepped off the train. School had been, well… difficult today but when wasn't it? Came with the territory by now.
He had some free time today, in fact, he had quite a bit. Maybe he'd go and see if the good doctor had any medicine that needed testing.
Sure, getting knocked unconscious by mysterious mixtures of drugs to test their effects wasn't any people's ideas of a fun and busy afternoon but it was often how Silver squeezed in a midday nap.
Oh, or maybe he'd go to the Big Bang Burger! He was so close to completing his last burger challenge, he just knew he could do it-
"Oh! Now, what a surprise," Sonic's overly pleasant and cheerful voice came. "Silver Kurusu!"
"Sonic Akechi," Silver responded with a polite nod, even as his insides begin to churn.
The detective prince was not a figure to run into often, not one Silver expected to encounter. To be fair, he could say the same about any one of his friends.
But Sonic was… different, in a way Silver couldn't explain in simple words.
"We simply must stop meeting like this, pal," Sonic chuckled into his black leather glove. It, like the rest of Sonic's attire, was perfectly maintained.
From the tie of his suit to the skin of his shoes, Sonic looked as polished as a brand new penny. Silver felt like a rusted quarter by comparison.
"Where are you headed?" Silver asked, quietly, grateful that the usually chatty chao in his backpack had fallen asleep. Silver could do without his commentary for just a bit.
"Oh, just back home for the night," Sonic said smoothly. "But if you're free, we could go and get a coffee perhaps? It won't be as good quality as Cafe DeBlanc but it would be improved by your presence."
Sonic smiles oh so sweetly and, if it wasn't for the fact Silver had the ability to see just how fake that was, Silver would have swooned.
Oh, who is he kidding, he's swooning anyway.
"Sure," Silver shrugged, trying to look disinterested. Judging by the flash of fangs as Sonic smiled his sweet smile yet again, he failed. "Do you have someplace in mind?"
"Yes, actually!" Sonic said. "It's called-"
"Okay, but here's the thing, I'd never shot you in the head for a piece of shit dad," Sonic cut off Silver's ramblings, leaning over the edge of the couch. "So I would not be an Akechi. That'd be more you or maybe Shadow."
"Yeah but neither me nor Shadow are as manipulative as you!" Silver countered, his hands fiddling with the controller as he made the wolf named Joker on screen do various tricks and flips.
"This from the hedgehog who tricked me into buying him the exact same game he's played before but now there's a dancing red head in it," Sonic huffed. Sonic vaulted over the couch, landing in the seat next to his boyfriend. "And you're willing to murder."
"Whoa, there’s so many things wrong with that statement that I don’t know where to start! First off, there was more added than Kasumi and you know it. Also, it was one time! I don’t regularly try to murder people," Silver protested, flopping over on Sonic. The two cuddled closer, almost instinctively. "And that was because I was manipulated and thought it was for the greater good. Sure, you'd never kill for the same reasons Akechi would but what if you walked down a dark and dangerous path-"
"Then I guess I would," Sonic shrugged, tucking his chin over Silver's head. Silver huffed at Sonic's causal dismissal of his dramatic narrative. "What? If you ask me, you've been playing this game too much. You're turning into a weeb."
Silver gasped and pulled away, placing a hand over his chest.
"How dare you?! I am your loving boyfriend and you betray me like this?" Silver huffed again before his fake anger gave way to giggles.
"Dove, do you even know what a weeb is?" Sonic laughed as well, raising a brow at Silver.
"No," Silver confessed. "I asked Tails and he wouldn't tell me so I'm assuming it's bad."
"Depends on the person you're saying it to," Sonic shrugs, pulling Silver back to lean back against him. "I don't think you should let it bother you much."
"Mm," Silver hummed back, returning his focus back to his game. “Anyway, back to my Tedtalk on how you’re totally Akechi.”
“Silvs, Dove, love of my life, you are legit only saying that because you ship him with the main character and you relate to said character and want to do a couple’s cosplay,” Sonic said in a deadpan tone of voice.
“Lies. Slander. Defamation of my good name,” Silver replied in just as deadpan of a voice. “Damn, brat, I’ll sue.”
“You had no idea what the justice system, Mobian or Japanese, looked like until you started playing this game, you have no idea how to sue me,” Sonic said in reply.
“Well, people throw away that threat almost more than threats of violence, that has to mean it’s easy, right?” Silver shrugged.
“Oh, no, not in the slightest,” Sonic chuckled. “Dove, you know like eighty percent of this game is entirely unfactual, right?”
“You know what’s completely true?” Silver countered. “How hot you’d look in Akechi’s suit?”
Sonic made a face.
“Which one?” Sonic asked. “Because I don’t want to look like a marching band member or a candy cane’s evil twin. Also, reminder that I’d rather eat my own arm than wear pants.”
“Akechi’s persona outfits aren’t that bad! And I was thinking of his normal attire,” Silver said. “We could just go without the pants.”
“With shoes like that? Do you want Amy to kill me?” Sonic huffed. “If I wear any one part of that outfit, I have to wear all of it, that’s like fancy dressware rules.”
“But we’d be so cute together! We have all the parts for it,” Silver pleaded, tilting his head to look up at Sonic. “It’d be so easy and it wouldn’t have to be for long. Just an hour or so.”
“I’ll consider it,” Sonic snorted, kissing Silver on his forehead.
The two relaxed in silence, Silver continuing to play his game while Sonic watched.
“Maybe you’re more of a Yusuke anyway,” Silver said innocently.
“What, just because he’s gay as hell for Joker? How dare you, how dare you, sir!” Sonic gasped in offense. “I am more than my intense romantic feelings for you! I am so much cooler than just Yusuke, I’ll have you know!”
“Agree to disagree,” Silver snickered.
“That’s it, I’m leaving you and I’m taking the kids.”
“No, not the plushies!”
“You are the worst people in my life and given the legal opportunity, I would kill you both without hesitation,” Sonic said chipperly, a bright smile on his face. His foot tapped impatiently against the floor, the finely polished shoes not giving the same sound his usual shoes did. The pants and shirt were thankfully actually not that uncomfortable, Silver must’ve spent forever hunting down some that would send Sonic to clothing hell.
That would ensure Silver’s death would be painless at the very least.
“Great job getting character, Sonic!” Tails said with a grin, knowing very much how little of a joke that statement was. He adjusted the yellow bandana around his neck before lowering the black mask over his face.
“You also look great!” Silver said cheerfully, his normally brushed quills allowed to be messy for the sake of appearing more like Joker’s carefree mane of black fur. Silver adjusted the fake and frameless glasses on his face, holding the plushie of the dark Chao, Morgana, in his arms.
“You’re both so unbelievably lucky I love you,” Sonic grumbled, flexing his hands covered in darkly colored leather.
“We know,” Silver said, pressing a kiss to Sonic’s cheek before taking Sonic’s hand and pulling him into the convention.
Sonic couldn’t keep his good mood down, the place was actually fun and there were so many talented artists and creators in the building.
Sonic kept a timetable of all of the events for his brother and boyfriend, pulling them to said events if they were pushing the time for it. Sonic couldn’t go too fast, for fear of burning these shoes, but they were holding up pretty well against fire starting speeds.
A few people called out to them occasionally, asking for a photo with them and someone even played the theme of Silver’s game on violin for them!
The suit itself took Sonic a few minutes to get used to but he did. After all, Silver was very much ensuring Sonic was having fun too, even if this wasn’t entirely Sonic’s scene.
Sonic appreciated the other cosplayers present, pretty sure he saw himself once or twice in the crowd, and the food trucks outside were pretty damn good.
“Hey,” Silver said, standing beside Sonic as he bought a giant snow cone to share. “I just wanted to say… thanks for doing this. I know you didn’t really want to.”
“Eh, it’s fine,” Sonic said, muttering a quick thank you as he accepted the giant snow cone and two comically small in comparison spoons. “I’m just happy you’re getting more comfortable in this time. Anything I can do to help with that all, I’m happy to do.”
Sonic directed them to a picnic bench and table nearby, setting the snow cone down between them. He tossed a spoon to Silver, the white hedgehog catching it with telepathy before sitting down with it across from Sonic.
“I just don’t want you to push yourself out of your comfort zone for just my enjoyment,” Silver said, setting down his Morgana plushie.
“Silvs, if it was a problem, trust me, I wouldn’t be here,” Sonic reassured, digging into the giant snow cone. He briefly wondered if he had gotten it a size too big. “And I can tell you put a lot of thought into my comfort in this stupid pigskin, so that helps.”
“You do look really nice,” Silver said, joining Sonic in his fruitless quest to eat the tower of flavored and colorful grounded up ice before it all melted. “Not that you don’t always look nice, it’s just-”
“A different kind of nice?” Sonic guessed before chuckling. “I appreciate it. Just to be clear, this is a one time thing.”
“Of course, of course,” Silver nodded. “I wouldn’t ask anymore of you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sonic smiled softly. The two went quiet, eating the snow cone tower.
“...I still think you’d make a better Akechi-”
“Sonic, you say that to me again and I’ll start acting like an Akechi with this spoon.”
“Alright, alright!”