[ The next time Shadow is on the Phantom Moon, he will find a glass charm hanging from the handle of his cabin door. It's some kind of unidentifiable, abstract shape (Emet-Selch would have considered it a failure and thrown it away if not for the glassmaker's insistence that it must mean something). While thoroughly unimpressive on its own, Emet-Selch has added a warm golden light inside it that just so happens to reflect what he perceives of Shadow's soul. ]
[Hey. Think you can just waltz around his boat without a proper greeting? And what did Sherlock leave? Just as he returns to the dock, the brooding hedgehog will be there, waiting for him. He was leaned up against a pole, holding the gift in his hands and giving the detective a look of suspicion.]
[ Sherlock freezes like a cat caught in the middle of mischief, and he wonders if he should explain himself or make for a hasty exit. Yet... Shadow knows where to find him. Even with Cid's gadget, Sherlock doesn't want to deal with an angry speedster. ]
Happy Winterstide. You are under no obligation to reciprocate. That is why I leave my name off these.
[ He says that quicker than he'd like to, but he also doesn't know how much time he has to speak. ]
[If he didn't want Sherlock to speak, he would have acted already. So, count your blessings detective. He quietly studies the other, processing their hastily placed words. Winterstide also involves the exchanging of gifts huh...
He glances suspiciously down at said gift. There is a faint scent of coffee coming off the bag.] Why? [He's not sure what he's done to be given one. He took this guy's money (which he returned what he didn't use later), and hasn't gone out of his way to be all friendship and crap with them. Was this "payback"?]
[...He's just doing what he felt was necessary. It's nothing that would require a gesture like this. What he would want to say, but he knows it's better to just accept than decline when it comes to these things. Less of a headache.
He does enjoy a good batch of coffee beans though, it's true. And these...they smell of decent quality at least.]
Don't bother with surprise gifts. I would have thrown this out if I didn't know who it came from.
[ Amy is beauty, she is grace. And right now she is desperately trying to channel her inner Rouge, at least when it comes to being stealthy. Maybe she should have asked Espio for pointers. She skitters across the dock, comically ducking behind things... and by things she means piles or rope here and a bucket that she obviously can't hide behind. It's the point of it all though.
The boat is right there. Shhe sidles up to it and glances around, before she places a bag of coffee beans on the deck, along with some homemade breads and jams. There's even a small pan of tirimisu. Someone has been busy.
There's no name, of course, because two can play at that game. Satisfied once it's arranged, Amy takes a step back, admires her handiwork, and then turns on her heel and prepares to flee into the night--
Only to bump into something, or rather, someone warm and solid instead. ] Hnngh-- sorry!
[Sorry Amy, you're no Rouge. He caught onto her presence the moment she got onto the deck of his ship. Thinking she might be here to speak with him, he remains hidden until she gives up and leaves. But then she leaves something behind on the deck....ugh.
The one she ends up colliding into is no other than Shadow himself, almost seemingly appearing from the shadows itself. He gives her a disapproving stare, saying nothing as he gaze moves to the items she left behind. Walking pass her, he picks the items up.]
[ Of course it had to be him. It couldn't have just been some rando, because that's just not her luck. He doesn't say anything, so, neither does she. She simply turns to go because... well. She did what she came here to do. ]
[And just when she thought she was off the hook, there's a grip on her shoulder. Shadow had stopped her. When she turns around, he's presenting the gifts she had left.] I cannot accept this.
[ She's fully expecting ro get chewed out. She slowly turns around, and then blinks when he offers her gifts back. ] Wha-- why? I made those for you specifically. Er, not the beans but... you know what I mean.
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where's ven then?
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Don't know. Stop messaging.
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Granted, I know Sonic can take care of himself, but more I worry what sort of destruction he'll cause just to accomplish this.
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Gift
Winterstide Gift
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Happy Winterstide. You are under no obligation to reciprocate. That is why I leave my name off these.
[ He says that quicker than he'd like to, but he also doesn't know how much time he has to speak. ]
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He glances suspiciously down at said gift. There is a faint scent of coffee coming off the bag.] Why? [He's not sure what he's done to be given one. He took this guy's money (which he returned what he didn't use later), and hasn't gone out of his way to be all friendship and crap with them. Was this "payback"?]
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[ He gives a slight shrug as if that could help diffuse any feeling of guilt or obligation. ]
It seemed enough to warrant a little something for the season.
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He does enjoy a good batch of coffee beans though, it's true. And these...they smell of decent quality at least.]
Don't bother with surprise gifts. I would have thrown this out if I didn't know who it came from.
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And if you had, I would not have known otherwise. Do not make more of this than it is. You are not the only one I've delivered something to.
[ They're just coffee beans. It's not like it's something he spent time making and personalizing. ]
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To make this a proper 5 comment thread...
Christmas.... adjacent you know what this is
The boat is right there. Shhe sidles up to it and glances around, before she places a bag of coffee beans on the deck, along with some homemade breads and jams. There's even a small pan of tirimisu. Someone has been busy.
There's no name, of course, because two can play at that game. Satisfied once it's arranged, Amy takes a step back, admires her handiwork, and then turns on her heel and prepares to flee into the night--
Only to bump into something, or rather, someone warm and solid instead. ] Hnngh-- sorry!
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The one she ends up colliding into is no other than Shadow himself, almost seemingly appearing from the shadows itself. He gives her a disapproving stare, saying nothing as he gaze moves to the items she left behind. Walking pass her, he picks the items up.]
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