How is forgetting dates a habit?
I forgot my birthday last year… And Christmas. And Easter. And Halloween…
It happens often enough!
Maybe you need a calendar.
That you actually keep with you.
chaoticprotector started following you
“Hey look, another Shadow,” the werehog said, speaking to himself.
Sonic was a little sad to see it wasn’t his own. He had been meaning to talk to him for a while now. But he called to the alternate Shadow, waving his arm and trying to get his attention. The Shadow was still a bit far away, so he had to shout when he spoke.
“Hey man! You know there are like 20 of you, right?!”
Not that Sonic thought that there being large number of Shadows was a bad thing…
[The black hedgehog’s ears tilt when Sonic’s voice carries over to him, and he blinks out of existence for a bit before he appears far closer to the werehog than he had been before, a small Chaos Control. It looks as if the action did not cost him much at all, because his eyes easily focus on the other soon after he reappears.
He takes an overly polite bow.] Greetings, Sonic. Yes, this subject is well aware that there are duplicates of himself around.
Shall I service you? I may get you something if you so desire.
“Oh yeah, this!” He tugs at it a little. “King Shad had me put it on the other day. He hasn’t wanted me t’take it off, so I just keep it on. It’s not too shabby, actually.” There’s a smirk on his face that reflects an inside joke.
It is a strange accessory. This subject has not seen anything similar.
[Well, all right, that was a slight lie. He had been exposed to collars, mainly to hold him still as the scientists injected him with needles, but he knew that concerns would arise if he’d brought that up, so he decides not to.]
My thoughts precisely. I’ve never really understood the appeal of being showered in affections, but I guess to some it’s enjoyable.
Not to mention what comes with that is responsibility. On top of everything else I need to do, such a responsibility would only become a burden.
Let me explain.
I go in for testing every Sunday. GUN tests the extent of my abilities at that time.
I am supposed to refer to myself as “this subject” and only "this subject".
No, I do not like it at all.
I’m just… Gonna assume you’re kidding, alright?
… Wait, did you just call yourself “this subject”?
… I did?
Ah, I do that without realizing it. I apologize, terribly.
There are more important things to focus on than ‘dating’, regardless.
I suppose some people would beg to differ. Thankfully, I’m not one.
I would not understand why.
The world does not revolve around obtaining a significant other.
Please tell me you’re messing with me…
This subject is always deadly serious.