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Clothes were never on the forefront of Tails’ mind.
It was sort of a fact of life, he never really thought about people in the context of what they were wearing, only their personality and ability to listen were really fair game in his mind.
But still, he couldn’t quite let go of that fox urge to surround oneself with familiar smells.
And what smells could be more familiar than the ones of his friends.
The only person that he could effectively steal off of was Sonic.
He was the only one who particularly left his clothes lying around, and he surely wasn’t going to ask any of his friends if he could borrow their clothes, that would be immensely strange. Sonic had the most recognizable scent in any case, like ocean and air and all things fresh. It was hard to describe, but Tails wanted to be wrapped up in that smell like a warm blanket.
One of those nights that he stayed up for hours in the workshop, he donned a hoodie that he’d stolen from the sofa of the Bungalow when he knew that everybody would be asleep, reveling in the warmth and comfort that it so effortlessly provided.
It was when he was getting comfortable with a certain type of repair that he heard a familiar voice from the doorway.
“What are you doing wearing my hoodie?”
Tails jumped up and was surprised to find Shadow in the entryway to the workshop, red eyeliner smudged all over and eyes red from sleep deprivation. He had this annoyed, loathing quality to his voice that put Tails ill at ease. The greater being cleared his throat, catching the abrasiveness in him, and spoke again, softer and less angrily.
“Sorry, Tails. Sonic was trying to find it, getting himself worked up, you know what I mean? And I figured he might’ve left it here.”
Tails pulled the hoodie off, a sense of security falling away from him with it. Red hot embarrassment coursed through his veins, and this was just another wicked blow
“Sorry Shadow”
The being’s voice was almost sweet now
“Not a problem, kid”
He walked out and then skated to Sonic’s bungalow.
A few days later, Tails had found a blanket wrapped up on his doorstep, a note in looping cursive placed on top of it.
Thanks for not questioning the other night, Fox. This is one of the ones that he sleeps on, so it has his scent (as I assume you were hoping for). I hope this meets your requirements.
He smiled and draped it over his shoulders, falling into the smell of ‘brother’ that he so craved