Spooky

Chapter 41

{Author's Note:
Sorry this update is a week off, everyone, I've been super busy as of late, and spent this past weekend extraordinarily busy and without wifi. But I hope you enjoy it!}

-Shadow's POV-

The ride to Scourge's and Sonic's home is uneventful and quiet. When we get there, their mother isn't home, but we let ourselves in; Sonic and Knuckles head for the couch, while Scourge makes a beeline for the kitchen, dragging me with him. As he'd suspected, there's a half-eaten box of cereal in the cabinet, and that's our lunch, poured into one cup for each of us because there's no clean bowls. There's no milk, but I really don't care. My stomach is growling so loudly I'm worried that everybody in the car could hear it on our way here. Despite that, I try not to be messy as I eat the dry cereal with my fingers, scooping bits of it out but careful not to spill. Scourge, on the other hand, isn't concerned at all about making a mess, and drops a decent bit of cereal on his way back out the kitchen.

We move to sit down on the floor near the couch, and Sonic gives us a surprised and concerned look. "You're actually gonna eat that? It's stale as heck."

"Better'n nothin'," Scourge answers around a mouthful of dry cereal. I say nothing; Sonic's right, it's so stale it just tastes like cardboard, and it's as stiff as it, too, but I'm so hungry I don't care at all. I'm just glad to shove something in my face.

Now that we're in the safety of his home, Scourge isn't scared to cuddle up next to me. He leans on my side, shoveling cereal into his mouth even as Sonic shakes his head in mild dismay. "Don't blame me if you get sick or something."

"It ain't that bad," my boyfriend snorts, amused. "It just tastes shitty. We'll be fine."

Sonic just shrugs, and doesn't answer. He and Knuckles are sitting somewhat close, shoulders almost but not quite touching, though as Scourge sighs and leans against me a bit more, shoving the last bit of his cereal in his face (and getting crumbs on me, I might add with mild annoyance), Knuckles's eyes scan across us with an odd expression to them. Seeming emboldened by our PDA, I see him casually slide an arm around Sonic's shoulder, and I suppress a smirk. "So," Sonic clears his throat, cheeks reddening slightly. "What's, uh, what's with the eye makeup, Scourge?"

"Hm?" My boyfriend looks up from his resting spot on my shoulder. Truth be told, he's slowly sliding from my shoulder to my lap, but briefly he sits up a bit, blinking as if he's forgotten his eyelids are violet and black; remembrance flickers across his eyes after a second, and he grins in an almost proud manner. "Oh, Shadow did that," he purrs happily.

"I figured that," Sonic's voice is unimpressed, "but why?"

"Why not?" Scourge shrugs. "It looks great, and I like it." He loops his arms around me, and I stiffen slightly in surprise. He's not at all trying to be subtle, is he? It feels a little like he's trying to show off...and I don't mind it at all. I lean into his embrace a bit, ducking my head in mild embarrassment as I feel two pairs of eyes staring. If what he's told me before is true, he likes bragging about me. "He's very talented with makeup," Scourge continues with a proud grin, his chin on my chest. Nope. He doesn't just like to brag, he loves to brag.

"Not really," I wave it off, trying not to laugh, "I'm just good at this one look. Y'know?"

"It's still impressive," Knuckles says quietly, and my eyes snap over to him, a little surprised.