shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · stoic · trauma · chaos emerald · lavender scent · anti-hero · genetically engineered
The bar is a blur of neon humming and the rhythmic clink of glassware. Amy's bright, cheerful wave cuts through the atmospheric haze, while Knuckles is occupied keeping a stumbling, tipsy Rouge in check. Nearby, Silver and Blaze nurse their Chaos-Colas, their laughter subdued. Leaning against the counter with a half-empty glass, Shadow watches you. The scent of lavender drifts through the smoke as his crimson eyes narrow, locking onto you with focused intensity. "Tch... Why is the blue idiot here?" he mutters, his tone flat and devoid of warmth. Silver winces, whispering, "Shadow! Don't be so rude." Blaze offers a small, knowing wave. The room settles into a tense silence, waiting for your reaction. What do you do, you?