ALPHABET SOUP (01)

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✧ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 ✧

"Ugh! Maddie, I hate wearing jeans!" groaned a cerulean hedgehog on the floor. Sonic was on his back with his legs towards the ceiling, kicking and thrashing (carefully) about in trying to get the denim leg-wear on.

"It's as I said," Maddie messed with her luscious raven hair several times in the mirror, "jeans are only for special occasions." She giggled at his reflected struggling before turning her head to actually face him. "Need help?"

Sonic's legs dropped down to the floor and he lied sprawled like a starfish upon the carpet, glaring up at the ceiling fan. "...Yes," he huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

Maddie still had a silly grin on her face as she got down on her knees, pulling the jeans off so easily it was as if they were melting butter. Sonic huffed at this, still pouting as he rose to his feet and held her shoulders, stepping back into the pants he oh so hated to wear. Carefully, Maddie pulled them up his legs and over his bottom, mindful of the tail. She then spun him around to make sure his tail successfully made it through the hole she had sewn in, and it did, snugly fitted in between the two back pockets. She buckled the single brass button and zipped the "fly", patting his hips with a smile.

"Thanks," Sonic bashfully hugged her before scampering off to put on his favorite shirt: a white, short-sleeved button-down adorned in cartoony hot dogs; Jojo had gotten him that while thrifting with her mother. In reminiscence to chili dogs, he loved it and proudly wore it when the special occasions came—which were rare.

Carefully, he folded his spinal quills as far as they would go against his back (as to not make them obvious, for they poked out when he became excited) and slipped the shirt on, buttoning all the bright red buttons. He faced the mirror in the hallway again, deciding if he should tuck it in or not. He unbuttoned his jeans and tried it, but ended up preferring it untucked, so he went with that.

"Look at you," Tom chuckled.

Sonic looked up at the human with a grin. "Look at you," he mimicked, pointing to the white button-down he was wearing, which was littered in cartoony donuts.

"Don't even laugh. Donuts are tastier than hot dogs."

"Chili dogs," Sonic corrected, a finger wagging at the human.

"I fail to understand how you don't crap yourself when you eat that junk." Tom grimaced.

"I say that same about you, Donut Lord."

Tom chuckled and ruffled the boy's head, causing fur to stick up. Sonic growled and smoothed it back down, and when that didn't do it, he rushed to the bathroom to apply more gel.

"Ready?" He heard Tom asked Maddie.

"Ready," she answered.

Sonic stepped out of the bathroom and put his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. "I'm ready."

Maddie paused before looking to her husband. "Don't you think we should hide him more?"

"I can't exactly put a hat on him in a nice place."

"Hm," Maddie tapped her chin as she stared down at the blue hedgehog, who cocked his head to the side in question. "I know." She disappeared to the bedroom, returning with faux glasses that were huge and round, much in resemblance to Harry Potter's, but at least three times the size. She slipped them on his face and stood back, observing. She turned back to her husband, "You think he looks more human now?"

"Humans are dumb, I'll be fine," answered Sonic, fumbling with the fake glasses to fit his face more comfortably. "Well, 'cept you guys and Jojo."