( Quiet Down At Once, Hedgehog, )

Shatter yourself

[ If an Emerald could ever preen like a bird, she most certainly would right now. Absolutely full of herself from the high of 'creating' a life AND bossing Shadow around. ]

( Make /who/ do /what?/ 💢 )

( . . . ) ( How much could there /possibly/ be to say about shovels...? 💭 )

Be sensitive, Viridis. He's obviously insecure about being bad at DOOM: ETERNAL

// shadoiw referring to himself as mortal feels wrong somehow but ioiiiiiiiiiiiiii dontg give a shit how about that what if I 1. wrote him basdly and 2. did not care

. . . [ His nose turns upwards. ] You wouldn't even /have/ 'pros' if we didn't /unlock/ them for you. Don't forget where the 'chaos' in your title comes from.

Don't make me laugh. Do you have /any/ idea how many hands you've traded? The gloves are a necessity. I know for /certain/ the blue hedgehog doesn't wash.

...Tch. Now that you're ground bound like the rest of us, I'd reckon there isn't much of /anything/ you're above.

I've already seen your new thumbs. You don't have to keep showing them to me.

@flyinthefreedom.bsky.social A sharp exhale divides his gated lips for the first time in hours. Shadow had the tendency to lock himself away during their most toilsome efforts. The key that unlatched his obscurity always seemed to begin with a huff, or a grunt.