[Someone with an unfamiliar voice saying his name immediately gets him tense, fist clenching. The glare he gives her has murderous intent behind those eyes. Again. Another face he doesn't recognize, mistaking him for the other. He's so sick of it. How many more are from their world? He scowls, turning away, taking all of his being not just lash out at them. At this point, he's not longer as enthused about meeting any other hedgehog-like individuals.]
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You're thinking of the other one.