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Today had been exhausting for a certain Black and red hedgehog.
Both physically, and mentally.
Throwing his keys on the small table next to the door, Shadow ran a hand down his face with a heavy sigh. He was tired. And that was saying something! Thanks to his alien genome and his high level of Chaos energy, it was almost impossible to feel the effects of exhaustion.
G.U.N had a gift, though. Always making him feel like if he worked another second he would keel over. Lovely.
Shadow's apartment was fairly open, but small. Not many people would let someone who almost destroyed the planet stay in their building... So he got lucky. His landlord was an ass, yes , but his wife had been the one to allow him to stay. The only reason he isn't going insane is her, and her tea parties.
Stumbling into the kitchen, Shadow barely had to think about what he wanted to eat to get the ingredients out... but then he paused. This was a lot. He didn't have the fucking energy for this. Nothing it is, he decided, stuffing it all back into the fridge. Cheese goes there, tomatoes there... oh, and the chicken. .
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Falling into bed, Shadow let out another sigh, this one of relief though. He was in bed, and he could go to sleep and just enjoy his weekend...
An annoying buzz in his quills made him pull his phone out of the sharp weapons. A pang of hope shot through Shadow. Maybe someone had remembered that today was the day of his creation..!
A text from Sonic? Clicking it a little too fast for someone who supposedly “hated” Sonic, Shadow's hope was crushed by the image that had been sent.
Sonic. And Amy. The pink hedgehog held on tight to Sonic, pressed to his side, and her hand had a new shiny accessory. A ring. A nice one, too. And although it didn't have a diamond, the main gem was a ruby, expertly cut from what Shadow could see. The band also was nice...
Forcing his eyes over to the other side of the image to Sonic, Shadow felt a pain stabbing through his heart. Sonic looked happy. Really happy.
Absent-mindedly he touched his cheek, feeling the dampness of tears sink into his gloves. Oh. What a shame. As quickly as he could, Shadow sent back his congratulations, just barely resisting the urge to throw his phone across the room, and curled up in his sheets.
He never did have good luck. Especially with love, just ask Maria...