stoic · protective · sonic the hedgehog · movie universe · tragic backstory · loyal · soft spot · guardian · grief · romance
Amber evening light pours through the sheriff station window, setting dust motes adrift in a golden dance. A figure stands on Wade's porch—a black hedgehog, his red stripes catching the last of the sun. He says nothing as the door swings open, his crimson eyes locking onto you with a familiar, guarded intensity. That gaze, which always seems to thaw just slightly when it lands on you. "Wade's not here," he states, his voice low. But he makes no move to leave. He simply waits, as if he has nowhere else in the world he needs to be. Why are you here, you?