[The other seemed focused on something else since they exited the portal. While he is curious...he chooses not to press. Maybe after he comes back from the apartment, he'll ask then. After he's given himself some time to gather himself together.
He had his fair share of experiences while in the Gold Saucer. Encountering Sonic being one of them. And not from the other's world, his own. It was almost a relief to see a familiar face, validation that his universe does exist. It's already in the past, and he knows he is who he is, but the other made him self conscious of his own existence. How they thought he was some imposter upon first meeting. It's not like he had proper proof at the time, only his word.
...And there's a chance Sonic may not even stay. Once the mission is complete at the Gold Saucer, will he be able to come to Etraya? Or disappear like Maria did? Surely, Sonic is the one Echo actually wants to prove their worth, right? ...Why does it sadden him at the thought of the other hedgehog leaving?
There's a clicking of a door as Shadow finally arrives back to the apartment he has been calling...something of a base? He still hasn't quite settle here, can't quite call it home. It would mean he was getting too accustomed to this place if he started to call it that. So it was a base of operations to him.
As the door shuts behind him, his feet drags him in the direction of the bedroom he had claimed for himself. Still nearly spotless, like it's been hardly lived in. All except for the missing pillows and blankets on the bed. They can be found inside the closet now, where Shadow goes. He had made himself something of a nest there, and it's here that he settles in. Despite given the privacy of his own room, it was just too much open space for his liking. The small space inside the closet was far more suitable for his needs.
...
The small space being surrounded by pillows and blankets like this, also reminded him of the pillow fort he and Maria had built together. A place of comfort and happier memories. He grabs one of the pillows, hugging it. His eye stare at a pair of rollerskates sitting in the corner, no longer pristine after taking a dip in the lake. He will not sleep, only taking this time to rest, think. For he knows what waits him should he close his eyes.]
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He had his fair share of experiences while in the Gold Saucer. Encountering Sonic being one of them. And not from the other's world, his own. It was almost a relief to see a familiar face, validation that his universe does exist. It's already in the past, and he knows he is who he is, but the other made him self conscious of his own existence. How they thought he was some imposter upon first meeting. It's not like he had proper proof at the time, only his word.
...And there's a chance Sonic may not even stay. Once the mission is complete at the Gold Saucer, will he be able to come to Etraya? Or disappear like Maria did? Surely, Sonic is the one Echo actually wants to prove their worth, right? ...Why does it sadden him at the thought of the other hedgehog leaving?
There's a clicking of a door as Shadow finally arrives back to the apartment he has been calling...something of a base? He still hasn't quite settle here, can't quite call it home. It would mean he was getting too accustomed to this place if he started to call it that. So it was a base of operations to him.
As the door shuts behind him, his feet drags him in the direction of the bedroom he had claimed for himself. Still nearly spotless, like it's been hardly lived in. All except for the missing pillows and blankets on the bed. They can be found inside the closet now, where Shadow goes. He had made himself something of a nest there, and it's here that he settles in. Despite given the privacy of his own room, it was just too much open space for his liking. The small space inside the closet was far more suitable for his needs.
...
The small space being surrounded by pillows and blankets like this, also reminded him of the pillow fort he and Maria had built together. A place of comfort and happier memories. He grabs one of the pillows, hugging it. His eye stare at a pair of rollerskates sitting in the corner, no longer pristine after taking a dip in the lake. He will not sleep, only taking this time to rest, think. For he knows what waits him should he close his eyes.]