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[Rouge straightens up to cross her arms. She hesitates for a moment, drawing in a breath before she stomps up to him in those wedge boots of hers, taking hold of his arm.
She doesn't pull his arm away, though-- just holds her hand there, doing her best to get a good look at his face.]
I told you, we're a team. And I'm not going to let you run around-- untreated, or broken, or whatever's the problem!
[He doesn't flinch or pull away when she does, a gesture he might have done earlier in their working relationship. But she's been there enough, kept her promise to take his interests to heart, and more than considered his feelings.
If anyone should find out other than him, it should be her. They could tell Omega together.
Hell, maybe Omega knew.]
A team...
[He repeats, looking down at his arm that Rouge's slim fingers wrapped around gently but firmly. And slowly but surely, his arm extends out to her, hand moving up just a sliver and releasing the pressure he'd clamped own onto it.
Pain immediately surged through his body, but he couldn't tell if it was artificial or not. His fur would be too dark to see any blood either.
It all came down to how the wound looked.]
Here, you should be the first to know what you're dealing with.
[As his heart (if he had one at all) dropped to his stomach.]
[Rouge's expression softens for all of a moment-- but there's not much time to register it. What changes Rouge's face isn't what she can see, but what she can't.
There are no sparks, nothing protruding, nothing peeled away, and there's red on Shadow's gloves where it shouldn't be. Unfashionable red, even if it damn near matches.]
Oh--!
[Her eyes widen in concern, but she's quick to open the utility pouch on her belt to retrieve a roll of bandage. Since it's not really a tool, (and hey, there's other ways to find med kits!) it's about the only first aid she's brought with her, a 'good enough' first aid option. Actually, now that she's had a moment to handle it and unwind a length to wrap Shadow's arm with, she suspects it might really be good enough for him.]
Well, it's not much, but... Ultimate life form, right?
[She bats her eyelashes-- sheepishly, almost? Her? never-- at him as she loops the length of bandage under Shadow's arm and begins to wrap it.]
Should at least help protect it until it's all healed up.
[His eyes remain fixed on Rouge's face, letting her reaction gauge his own. What she saw would determine everything--who he is, why he can't remember anything. And the answer would be simple, either way.
The difference between those two choices however, were a world apart.
But Rouge is quick to go for the first aid kit, pulling out the bandages and moving in to wrap them around his arm. Shadow, who had removed his glove just so she could see, slowly turns palm up to see what could be under there.
Blood.
It doesn't register at first, his brow furrowed in contemplation as she starts to mend his arm. He couldn't protest--his mind was a million light years away as he honed in on the red mark on his glove.
It wasn't much--Shadow was tougher than most things. But it was undeniably blood.
Even he can't hide a sigh of relief.]
So that's that, huh.
[He studies her handiwork, unable to keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, casting his eyes back up to meet hers.] I told you it'd be fine.
[Rouge waves the thought away with her hand, turning up her nose at his comment for a moment-- before she returns to tightening that bandage. She doesn't let go immediately, though, and... eventually, looks back at him.
It's not like it would have made a difference if Shadow had been a robot too, but there's something... comforting about him not being one. Incredibly intimidating, given the research and all, but-- but, no, it's not like this has made him what he is. He's always been the real thing. The person who'd been steadfast as her teammate despite it all-- he'd always been the real thing.
Well, if Shadow's hesitant to smile, Rouge feels confident doing it for him. The corner of her mouth turns up and she tilts her head a bit to match it, patting the bandage she's tied to signal all's done.]
You heard me the first time, didn't you? We're a team. A team looks out for each other.
Even if you do get hurt, I want you to know you can always count on me.
He's the real thing--the one Shadow the Hedgehog that everyone recognizes, the one that everyone knew by name even if HE couldn't place a face. There's something comforting in that. His amnesia was just that, amnesia, and not memories that didn't exist.
Yeah, his hesitant smile grows into a real one now, his voice flowing warmly as he feels her hand pat his arm.]
...
You can count on me too, Rouge. Remember that.
[His hand, the one not covered in blood reaches up to her face, brushing a thumb along her cheek and leaning in ever so slightly.]
[His hand's gone as quickly as it appeared there, obviously satisfied with 'it's just a scrape'. Despite knowing that he takes hits a lot harder than she does, he knows that she can handle something like that.
He gives a soft 'hmph', one he practically could coin as his catch phrase.]
Yeah, yeah, but how long until you're in trouble again?
Some things never change with you.
[That felt easier to say than he thought--maybe his memory was starting to peek through.]
['Prince', a name she often called him. What he assumed was just her teasing, but more and more recently he couldn't help but wonder if that was just it, or if there was a little more to it than that.
Not that he was an actual prince--that's just stupid--but that there's more affection to it than the simple flirty remark suggests.
He shakes the thought out of his head. It's not important, in the end.]
Please, you're just essential to this team, and we have to protect our assets.
[Nice save.
Although his chest puffs up as that finger prods his fluff, only making it...fluffier.]
Funny, I recall saving you two from more trouble than I've caused.
[With a chuckle that sounds just as troublesome as she's making him out to be, Rouge pulls her hand back to cross her arms again.
Lately her flirts hadn't been so hollow-- really, she cares about Shadow and Omega just as any other teammate. Honor among thieves or something, right? Maybe their dependability had gotten to her. If Shadow had turned out to be a robot, Rouge isn't so sure she wouldn't still trust him. Omega had proven to them both that robots could be individuals just as much.]
Besides-- I know I can count on you already! You and Omega are the ones always trying to be lone wolves. Isn't that a bit out of character for a hedgehog?
[There's a part of him that felt like she wouldn't take it necessarily to heart--that she would appreciate him for who he was whether he was flesh and bone or wiring. But he couldn't help but wonder if she'd only felt that way because of who he reminded her of.
Questions best left unasked.
His arms fold across his chest, starting to walk down the long pathway that led back to Omega's lookout spot. Hopefully he hadn't spotted a seagull and tried to gun it down.]
Hmph! [The noise is halfway to a laugh, much different than Shadow's usual expressions. Rouge follows, nose still turned up.]
Good priorities are always in character!
[But as she walks behind him she smiles, sharp-lined eyes softening and brows relaxing, resting her own fingertips just against her cheek. Even if she'd accept him as a robot, it's still a bit comforting to know he isn't. Robots are... Very different, after all, realness aside, and not necessarily... Options.
Gems aren't any use if you're not alive to use em.
[Ever the realist, and probably the one least attached to material things. If Shadow had to pick a gem, it would be a chaos emerald, and only because of the power it yields. Nothing about how glitter or presentation here.]
Think I'm always going to run to save you when you get in a jam?
Mmm, I gotta say... I wasn't sure you'd save me at all.
[Which she's only got to say for the sake of prying, it would seem; she raises a brow in intrigue.]
Not as hard-hearted as you seem, huh?
[For all the reasearch on the supposed Ultimate Lifeform-- and understandably a weapon that Eggman would want in his arsenal-- Shadow really does seem to care.]
[The corner of Rouge's mouth turns up, and she taps her fingers against her crossed arms. After a beat, she reaches out and very gently shoves his shoulder as if to scold him while saying---]
Try not to need to get stitched up too often, sugar.
It's gonna look like you're getting into trouble on purpose.
[And she even gives him a wink, looking far too satisfied with how this conversation has gone.]
[That shove is taken with little to no resistance, obviously whatever she'd done had put him in enough of a good mood. Maybe it was the security of...knowing what--no, WHO--he was that made his heart practically flicker with the hints of happiness.
Maybe it was just because of Rouge's smile, and how it stayed the same throughout the whole journey...whether he was robot or not.
Maybe she'd always believed he was the real Shadow.]
[His hand reaches out and takes Rouge's wrist, the thrusters in his shoes kicking on as they begin to glide. He knows Rouge well enough that she'll take flight and let herself trail behind like a kite, but to be sure he slowly builds up the speed.]
This is why he needs GPS implemented into his programming. I've heard they started doing that with dogs.
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[Rouge straightens up to cross her arms. She hesitates for a moment, drawing in a breath before she stomps up to him in those wedge boots of hers, taking hold of his arm.
She doesn't pull his arm away, though-- just holds her hand there, doing her best to get a good look at his face.]
I told you, we're a team. And I'm not going to let you run around-- untreated, or broken, or whatever's the problem!
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If anyone should find out other than him, it should be her. They could tell Omega together.
Hell, maybe Omega knew.]
A team...
[He repeats, looking down at his arm that Rouge's slim fingers wrapped around gently but firmly. And slowly but surely, his arm extends out to her, hand moving up just a sliver and releasing the pressure he'd clamped own onto it.
Pain immediately surged through his body, but he couldn't tell if it was artificial or not. His fur would be too dark to see any blood either.
It all came down to how the wound looked.]
Here, you should be the first to know what you're dealing with.
[As his heart (if he had one at all) dropped to his stomach.]
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There are no sparks, nothing protruding, nothing peeled away, and there's red on Shadow's gloves where it shouldn't be. Unfashionable red, even if it damn near matches.]
Oh--!
[Her eyes widen in concern, but she's quick to open the utility pouch on her belt to retrieve a roll of bandage. Since it's not really a tool, (and hey, there's other ways to find med kits!) it's about the only first aid she's brought with her, a 'good enough' first aid option. Actually, now that she's had a moment to handle it and unwind a length to wrap Shadow's arm with, she suspects it might really be good enough for him.]
Well, it's not much, but... Ultimate life form, right?
[She bats her eyelashes-- sheepishly, almost? Her? never-- at him as she loops the length of bandage under Shadow's arm and begins to wrap it.]
Should at least help protect it until it's all healed up.
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The difference between those two choices however, were a world apart.
But Rouge is quick to go for the first aid kit, pulling out the bandages and moving in to wrap them around his arm. Shadow, who had removed his glove just so she could see, slowly turns palm up to see what could be under there.
Blood.
It doesn't register at first, his brow furrowed in contemplation as she starts to mend his arm. He couldn't protest--his mind was a million light years away as he honed in on the red mark on his glove.
It wasn't much--Shadow was tougher than most things. But it was undeniably blood.
Even he can't hide a sigh of relief.]
So that's that, huh.
[He studies her handiwork, unable to keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, casting his eyes back up to meet hers.] I told you it'd be fine.
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[Rouge waves the thought away with her hand, turning up her nose at his comment for a moment-- before she returns to tightening that bandage. She doesn't let go immediately, though, and... eventually, looks back at him.
It's not like it would have made a difference if Shadow had been a robot too, but there's something... comforting about him not being one. Incredibly intimidating, given the research and all, but-- but, no, it's not like this has made him what he is. He's always been the real thing. The person who'd been steadfast as her teammate despite it all-- he'd always been the real thing.
Well, if Shadow's hesitant to smile, Rouge feels confident doing it for him. The corner of her mouth turns up and she tilts her head a bit to match it, patting the bandage she's tied to signal all's done.]
You heard me the first time, didn't you? We're a team. A team looks out for each other.
Even if you do get hurt, I want you to know you can always count on me.
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He's the real thing--the one Shadow the Hedgehog that everyone recognizes, the one that everyone knew by name even if HE couldn't place a face. There's something comforting in that. His amnesia was just that, amnesia, and not memories that didn't exist.
Yeah, his hesitant smile grows into a real one now, his voice flowing warmly as he feels her hand pat his arm.]
...
You can count on me too, Rouge. Remember that.
[His hand, the one not covered in blood reaches up to her face, brushing a thumb along her cheek and leaning in ever so slightly.]
Because it looks like you got a little scrape.
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[Rouge starts, and stops to bat her lashes when Shadow touches her face. Her shoulders tense a bit, and she eyes his hand, big bat ears twitching.]
O-oh. I didn't realise.
Well!
[She shrugs, trying to stay cool as ever. She's Rouge the Bat, not that cute little pink hedgehog.]
I might not be the ultimate life form, but a scrape really is nothing!
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He gives a soft 'hmph', one he practically could coin as his catch phrase.]
Yeah, yeah, but how long until you're in trouble again?
Some things never change with you.
[That felt easier to say than he thought--maybe his memory was starting to peek through.]
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Princely as ever. Always worried a lady'll get in trouble...
How about you focus on not causing so much on your own, sometime?
[She teases, prodding her finger right into his chest fluff.]
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Not that he was an actual prince--that's just stupid--but that there's more affection to it than the simple flirty remark suggests.
He shakes the thought out of his head. It's not important, in the end.]
Please, you're just essential to this team, and we have to protect our assets.
[Nice save.
Although his chest puffs up as that finger prods his fluff, only making it...fluffier.]
Funny, I recall saving you two from more trouble than I've caused.
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[With a chuckle that sounds just as troublesome as she's making him out to be, Rouge pulls her hand back to cross her arms again.
Lately her flirts hadn't been so hollow-- really, she cares about Shadow and Omega just as any other teammate. Honor among thieves or something, right?
Maybe their dependability had gotten to her. If Shadow had turned out to be a robot, Rouge isn't so sure she wouldn't still trust him. Omega had proven to them both that robots could be individuals just as much.]
Besides-- I know I can count on you already! You and Omega are the ones always trying to be lone wolves. Isn't that a bit out of character for a hedgehog?
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Questions best left unasked.
His arms fold across his chest, starting to walk down the long pathway that led back to Omega's lookout spot. Hopefully he hadn't spotted a seagull and tried to gun it down.]
Rich coming from you, a bat who collects gems.
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Good priorities are always in character!
[But as she walks behind him she smiles, sharp-lined eyes softening and brows relaxing, resting her own fingertips just against her cheek. Even if she'd accept him as a robot, it's still a bit comforting to know he isn't. Robots are... Very different, after all, realness aside, and not necessarily... Options.
She has good priorities.]
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Gems aren't any use if you're not alive to use em.
[Ever the realist, and probably the one least attached to material things. If Shadow had to pick a gem, it would be a chaos emerald, and only because of the power it yields. Nothing about how glitter or presentation here.]
Think I'm always going to run to save you when you get in a jam?
[Yes, and you know you will, Shadow.]
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[Which she's only got to say for the sake of prying, it would seem; she raises a brow in intrigue.]
Not as hard-hearted as you seem, huh?
[For all the reasearch on the supposed Ultimate Lifeform-- and understandably a weapon that Eggman would want in his arsenal-- Shadow really does seem to care.]
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[But his voice has lost its edge, proving that even the great Shadow the Hedgehog can't poker face completely through this.]
Despite your materialistic hobbies...your spy skills are useful.
...
And you can bandage up a wound pretty well.
[There, that's the warm tone he lets slip whenever he speaks about more personal matters. When he's off reminiscing about one thing or another.]
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Try not to need to get stitched up too often, sugar.
It's gonna look like you're getting into trouble on purpose.
[And she even gives him a wink, looking far too satisfied with how this conversation has gone.]
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Maybe it was just because of Rouge's smile, and how it stayed the same throughout the whole journey...whether he was robot or not.
Maybe she'd always believed he was the real Shadow.]
You make it sound like I want that attention.
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Are you saying you don't?
[She asks, blue eyes pinned on him to study his reaction.]
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...
Enough chatter. Omega's waiting for us.
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Predictable. Alright, if you insist.
[She'll lay off him for now.
...Emphasis on the "for now".]
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He's not dumb--he knows when Rouge is just playing along.]
...Where -is- Omega, anyway.
[Oh god. Oh god they lost the homicidal robot.]
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I told him to stay nearby! He should be here!
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[His hand reaches out and takes Rouge's wrist, the thrusters in his shoes kicking on as they begin to glide. He knows Rouge well enough that she'll take flight and let herself trail behind like a kite, but to be sure he slowly builds up the speed.]
This is why he needs GPS implemented into his programming. I've heard they started doing that with dogs.
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[Rouge flips her hand to wave off the thought with a bit of a smirk, though her other hand moves to grip Shadow's more securely. Safety first, okay.]
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