Whitemoonwolves

Shadow stood in his kitchen facing the stove as he placed a kettle on open flames. He dare not look at the hedgehogs behind him who exchanged dirty glares for what seemed like eons. (Dammit, of course Rob would barge in and make a giant scene. He’s such a drama queen.) Shadow thought frustratedly as he glanced back at the two to make sure they hadn’t destroyed each other yet. Their reactions were strange, both established sweet looks at him before continuing to scowl at each other. Not speaking a single word. He knew he had to say something for Sonic was expecting him to stand up in revolt, while Rob was expecting an apology. Fina