[There is one distinct difference one might be able to catch, and that is one of them had an extra head quill if one were to look from the back. Though with the dim lighting of these alleys, it may be hard to make out with how the dark hedgehog seemingly blends into the space.
He has wandered here to get away from the crowd, get his head together after everything that's happened. It...it was a lot. As overwhelming as waking up fifty years later. The concept that there are other Shadows, Maria. Things that would never cross his mind until he was brought here. He hates it. He had plenty of worries on his plate already back home to have that added on too. And what does he even think of the other one?
Well the other made it very clear what they thought of him. It's why he's no where near the other at the moment, or seeking them. Despite his efforts to find some moment of peace, the people in these alleys were an annoyingly chatty bunch.
He could hear whispers among the folk in this area, something about his appearance, his fur. It would make a fine coat apparently. He glares at anyone who would give him a look, an unwanted approach. He doesn't want to cause a scene, but he will strike, his left hand occasionally sparking as a warning if they got too close. There were other conversations unrelated to him that he unfortunately picks up. Something about a cat that looked like they could make a fine penny if they sell them to the upper class. And that's when he spots her, a distinctly purple cat from before that stands out, several steps away from him. Staring at him.
She gets a disapproving glance as he starts to walk away from her. He's not here to be stared and gawked at by all these stupid people.]
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He has wandered here to get away from the crowd, get his head together after everything that's happened. It...it was a lot. As overwhelming as waking up fifty years later. The concept that there are other Shadows, Maria. Things that would never cross his mind until he was brought here. He hates it. He had plenty of worries on his plate already back home to have that added on too. And what does he even think of the other one?
Well the other made it very clear what they thought of him. It's why he's no where near the other at the moment, or seeking them. Despite his efforts to find some moment of peace, the people in these alleys were an annoyingly chatty bunch.
He could hear whispers among the folk in this area, something about his appearance, his fur. It would make a fine coat apparently. He glares at anyone who would give him a look, an unwanted approach. He doesn't want to cause a scene, but he will strike, his left hand occasionally sparking as a warning if they got too close. There were other conversations unrelated to him that he unfortunately picks up. Something about a cat that looked like they could make a fine penny if they sell them to the upper class. And that's when he spots her, a distinctly purple cat from before that stands out, several steps away from him. Staring at him.
She gets a disapproving glance as he starts to walk away from her. He's not here to be stared and gawked at by all these stupid people.]