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Silver vs Hex
“Nuh-uh! No way am I fighting with that future doofus hedgehog, Espio” Hex crossed her arms.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because he is annoying sometimes” Hex said with a grumpy tone, she doesn’t hate Silver, although she gets mad at him for annoying her romantic relationship with Espio.
"Come on Hex, it's only to train" he said.
“Hmph!” Hex closed her eyes and looks away.
“Oh, Hexie” Silver called out her nickname, “I got a yummy dead rat for you”
Hex's forked tongue flicks wanting it.
"No" Hex slaps a hand over her mouth.
“Is the cobra girl trying to resist” Silver chuckled, holding the dead rat’s tail and swings it back and forth like a pocket watch in front of her.
“This is not funny, Silver” Espio said calmly.
“Come on, Espio. It’s only just once” Silver said.
Hex tries to resist from her Jacobsen's Organ sense at smelling the dead rat.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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