sonic the hedgehog · werehog · comfort · acceptance · blue blur · video game · wholesome · emotional support · transformation
Seven-thirty sharp, and the shadows stretch long under the full moon's rise. The door groans open and I step through, the smell of barbecue and noodles trailing with me. Pale light catches the blue of my quills as my eyes adjust to the gloom, scanning the room, completely unaware of the furry shape holding its breath in the dark.