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“Silver, why are you digging around in your mouth like that?” Sonic speaks up after the fourth time in barely two minutes that the psychic sits fiddling with his teeth.
Silver frowns with his mouth hanging half-open. Sonic frowns too, because he loves Silver dearly, but his pal’s motions are distracting and honestly a bit gross. Silver’s tooth wiggles from where the psychic presses his tongue against it.
“Oooohhhh,” Sonic realises.
“It’s the last one but it’s refusing to let go,” gets groused his way, from behind even more wiggles and pushes. “And it hurts and it itches and I want it gone. Now.”
Only Silver could sound and look so murderous about something so banal as a milk tooth falling out. With a fond laugh Sonic leans in to study the scene. The tooth is definitely smaller than the other ones in Silver’s jaw, not as sharp a fang as its neighbours for sure… Gently Sonic winks. “Your tooth doesn’t want to say goodbye to you yet, pal. That’s all.”
“That,” Silver hisses as his arms cross most miffed, “is nonsense.”
“Awww, where’s your joy and whimsy?” the speedster teases back, blinking back innocently at the raging glare getting sent his way. Silver doesn’t dignify that with a response, though that might just be because he’s too busy digging around in his mouth instead for the fifth time. Sonic’s just gonna sit close while looking the other way for a second, the speedster laughs to himself.
That being said, Silver’s motions do remind him of himself when he was younger, and Tails more recently. Losing a tooth sucked, but it did have one boon… “You know, once that tooth’s out, you can place it under your pillow and the tooth fairy will come and give you money,” he speaks up.
A muffled hum follows. “Was’a toof fawy?”
“The spirit of giving money to children who lost a milk tooth, I guess.”
“Nof’a cwild.”
“Hey, would you really shoot down a gift that’s as easy to get as just putting a tooth under your pillow?” Sonic smirks, before laughing as psychic powers poke at him all irked. Silver sits grumbling only more while digging around in his mouth still, Sonic shooting one wary look over his shoulder before needing to hide another laugh and snapping his head back again so Silver hopefully doesn’t notice-
...Before he’s met with the distinct sound of something tearing, an “Oowwwww!” kind of noise, a gasp, and then a far more excited: “Oh! Sonic! Look!!”
“Hoo boy,” the speedster snorts, turning around once again. Silver beams as proudly as if he’d given birth to his first child from where a slightly-bloodied tooth sits pinched between his fingers. “Good job, buddy,” the speedster laughs with a shake of his head. “Time to give it to the tooth fairy, huh?”
Had Silver looked far more happy, at Sonic’s words, the psychic does raise a grey eyebrow. “I won’t. Tooth fairies don’t exist.”
“Aww, that’s not true.”
“If they do, how come I never got money from a tooth fairy before?”
That leaves Sonic pausing just a bit, scrambling for a response. “Well… Maybe she could never find you because you never had an address until you moved to your apartment?” his best guess becomes. Immediately his sense of confidence rolls its eyes at himself, though, because maybe Silver would have been more convinced by the statement that the tooth fairy only gets teeth from underneath pillows and the psychic has never done that previously. Unless of course he has, and Sonic just doesn’t know that because Silver never told him. Such things are always up in the air with his favourite time-travelling hedgehog.
And mercifully Silver does frown and rub his chin as if the explanation Sonic came up with is a probable turn of events. “Hm. I suppose?”
“But now you do, so for your final tooth, she can come in and pay you!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You’ll see,” Sonic winks. And Silver can’t be that miffed after all, because his eyes twinkle as he leans closer to bonk his head against Sonic’s shoulder in a chastising motion. It just makes the speedster laugh and flick a light finger against Silver’s nose in turn. “Tomorrow you’ll wake up with money under your pillow, pal.”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t believe you,” Silver repeats. He sinks down to lay on the ground, studying his somewhat-mangled tooth between pinched fingers, and Sonic can easily train his eyes onto it too with the excuse that he’s just curious while he’s actually concocting a plan.
Silver can do with some joy and whimsy in his life, after all.
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Hours-long logistics of collecting rings and finding someone who’s willing to help Sonic Chaos Control to the future later, the speedster lightly lands in the park close to Silver’s apartment in Soleanna.
Darkness enshrouds the heaven, the streetlights giving off a lovely red glow that makes it just bright enough to see. Above Sonic, animals rustle in the sky; but the speedster sets off immediately, no time spared to listen to them.
He’s here on a mission.
Silver had already gone home this afternoon, a Chaos Control time-travel portal opening up through him and Sonic saying the magic words that the psychic had left in after giving Sonic a loving peck… and the Emeralds had shimmered curiously as Sonic had tightened his grip on them before they could disappear too. “I need some more help,” he’d smiled at them, running a finger over their glowing surfaces and tucking them away safely. Night hadn’t been able to fall quickly enough, though Sonic had needed some time to collect rings and a cute little bag from one of Tails’ labs to put them in, and he’s buzzing with elation as he finally reaches Silver’s apartment and his plan can be set into motion.
Thank goodness Silver enabled the lock so Sonic can freely enter, without needing to ring the door first. “Just in case anything happens,” the psychic had said. It’d been a sober moment then, but now Sonic grins with glee as he tiptoes inside with the satchel of rings clutched in his hand. The blinds in Silver’s place are closed, but it’s not dark: all his fancy future appliances give off soft light blue glows, and Silver’s got a little motion sensor nightlight in his hallway that jumps on the moment Sonic draws near. In his bedroom he has one on permanently, and Sonic melts at the sight of the handsomest, loveliest hedgehog, laying cradled away in the hammock he and Sonic had put up above his bed underneath the thick quilt he and Amy had made together.
And he is laying on a pillow, where usually Silver considers such things frivolous banalities. Sonic’s grin only grows the more he draws near.
...Except, Silver might be the loveliest and handsomest hedgehog in two eras, he’s also sharp as a knife and plenty reactive on top. Grey-furred ears shoot upright the moment Sonic comes anywhere close to the hammock. A hissing noise resounds from the bundle of sleeping fur, not awake yet but all the more threatening for it. “It’s just me,” Sonic whispers. “Hey, Silver, buddy. Just me. It’s okay… Just keep sleeping…”
Silver’s ears remain standing firmly up… but the more Sonic talks, the more they relax just a bit. A more inquisitive hum follows, and Sonic closes the gap between them with slow, shuffling steps. “Just me,” he repeats once again, fingers slipping behind Silver’s ear with ease. Scratch, scratch, rub, rub, and in seconds flat, the psychic’s entire body has relaxed…
Slow as a snail, Sonic’s hand with the ring satchel inches towards the pillow to slip underneath.
Something tiny and hard brushes against his knuckle, and Sonic grins in victory.
...While the psychic tenses. A light snarl of warning fills the air as Sonic fiddles with the bag. “Just the tooth fairy. No need to wake up, I promise,” the speedster whispers, shuffling awkwardly with one hand so his other can keep up the massaging of Silver’s head. With some pushing and shoving he can get the satchel underneath the very tip of Silver’s pillow-
And then his plan falls apart in seconds, because Silver moves his head, hits the bump the satchel forms, and freezes.
Shoot, Sonic whispers to himself, and crud, and heck, and oh no. The psychic’s nose scrunches utterly adorably, a mumble following as it twitches and sniffs...
“...Sonic?”
“Hey, buddy,” the speedster whispers, a golden eye prying itself open and meeting him dead-on. It would have been scary if Silver hadn’t looked adorably dozy in his half-asleep state.
“Why’re you here…?”
“I wanted to see if the tooth fairy had indeed come,” the speedster presents his pre-planned excuse. “But I saw you sleeping and you were so cute I simply had to pet your ears for a bit first.”
Said ears give a suspicious twitch in Sonic’s grasp. “Oh,” Silver responds, tiredly still… but becoming more lucid by the second, as his bleary eyes sharpen and sleepiness evaporates away from his features. “...Did it?”
“Take a look,” Sonic smiles.
Silver turns around, hand flopping on the pillow and hitting the bump the satchel’s making too. With a hum the psychic blinks, pulling the pillow up… and staring at the tiny bag laying there.
“Huh,” follows. “I guess it did.”
“That’s awesome! I told you⁓” Sonic grins, skittering his fingers right down into Silver’s mane. It always works to make the psychic all blanket-like and thoughtless, and he’s going to need especially the latter to ensure Silver does not come up with any questions. Mercifully Silver is still sleepy enough to just blink and let the attention be lavished over him, little purrs not taking long at all to begin filling the air. He makes adorable grabby hands at Sonic too, psychokinesis nuzzling through blue fur all imploringly while golden eyes peer up.
“Stay the night?”
“Of course,” Sonic smiles, and he gets raised with Silver’s powers like he’s the most precious person on Earth and cradled away against the warmest, softest psychic in two eras, who immediately slings an arm around him and hides his face against Sonic’s chest. And in seconds flat, his breathing has evened out again, with in one hand the satchel getting held close while the other lays against Sonic’s back.
With all the excitement and Sonic’s heart racing just a bit, exhaustion doesn’t take long to wash over the speedster as well. Laying against Silver makes any rest more comfortable to begin with, and before Sonic knows it, his eyes have fallen shut and he drifts off too...
Before waking up hours later at a quiet jingling noise.
“The tooth fairy’s very generous,” Silver’s voice caresses his ears. With a smile forced away Sonic nods, burying his face deeper against the warmth of Silver’s stomach now. The psychic must be sitting upright.
“For all the teeth that you didn’t get money for.”
“That’s nice of her. But it’s also kinda weird that the tooth fairy gave me a satchel that has Tails’ logo stitched in the label.”
...Shoot and crud and heck and oh no, the speedster snorts.
“That’s, you know, just so you can give it to him later and he doesn’t need to make that logo himself,” Sonic’s mind comes up with on the fly. Thank goodness he’s hidden his face away against Silver.
“Huh. Convenient,” Silver responds, sounding very disbelieving still. Golden eyes burn into Sonic’s quills, the speedster can just feel it…!
The slightly-accusatory: “It wasn’t you who put the money down, was it?” doesn’t take long at all to follow.
“Nah,” Sonic responds with innocence galore. “I’d be far too distracted petting your ears to be able to place that bag properly.”
Silver sits unmoving for a few seconds more. “But-” follows, absolutely oozing with suspicion-
Which turns into a squeal as Sonic takes matters in his own hands and blows a raspberry right into Silver’s stomach.
Silver flinches backwards, the hammock swaying to and fro at the movement. "Hey! Hey!!" gets shrieked out... but by then Sonic has long shot upright himself, jumping out of the hammock and racing four, five steps through Silver’s bedroom and into the hallway before he gets slammed off his feet with psychokinesis. “Sonic!” Silver yells next, flinging himself right at the speedster and making them both crash to the ground. “I know it was you!!”
“You can’t prove aaaaaaanythiiiiing,” Sonic teases from where he gets pinned down, with wriggling fingers and winks galore. It earns him a snarl of a full set minus one of sharp bared teeth and a deep growl, that turns into another shriek as Sonic grasps Silver’s sides, squeezes, and zips them both upright in that one moment of distraction.
Silver’s just so handsome, with his sleep-rosy face and wide eyes and absolutely exploded mane and quills. Warmly Sonic makes sure he stands with both feet firm on the ground before letting go. “What’re you gonna spend your newly-earned cash on?” he winks, golden eyes blinking back owlishly before drifting down to the satchel.
“...Caramelised apples,” Silver’s response comes, followed by a more amused snort of the psychic’s own. “The opposite of what a tooth fairy would want, I guess.”
“Oooh, rebellious.”
“You want one for breakfast?”
“Heck yeah,” Sonic grins back... before yelling himself as psychokinesis slams him off his feet again and flings him upside-down in the air. Silver smirks most smugly as Sonic pouts, and getting carried around by psychokinesis seems to be Sonic’s lot in life for the morning, because that’s how Silver makes him float over the street towards the stall with caramelised apples that the psychic is so fond of. At least he does turn Sonic right-side up again to actually eat one.
And gently bobbing up and down does give a gorgeous view of Silver’s cute frowns and huffy faces from where he tries to eat a sticky, hardened apple with one tooth missing. Cute, Sonic smiles to himself, and if the sugar-sweet peck against his lips is any indication, Silver is feeling as joyful and whimsical as Sonic wanted.
And luckily this was Silver’s last milk tooth, so Sonic doesn’t need to think of more attempts to sneak money under his pillow.
Somehow, he just can’t shake the feeling Silver won’t fall for it even more a second time.