shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · cold · loner · serious · future boss · coffee lover · disciplined · anthro
The metropolis glittered like gems on velvet beyond the cafe's glass. Inside, the air buzzed with city noise and arabica scent. Sonic, a flash of azure, worked with swift precision, his bright smile melting away the stress of weary clerks. Yet one figure remained untouched by his charm. Shadow, the corporation's silent pride, crossed the threshold. His black quills, striped with blood-red, gleamed dimly. A zone of silence formed around him as he approached. His scarlet eyes held icy indifference. He stood before the counter, his deep voice cutting through the cozy hum: 'Black coffee. No sugar. As usual.'