He is My Master

39: Couches And Therapy

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Shadow had been sitting on the couch for a while when Sonic finally decided to return.

"Yo," the collared speedster greeted his supposed Master and then plonked himself down on the proto-couch next to him, a veritable dust cloud emerging from the impact. "Silver sends greetings, by the way."

"Get down. You can't sit here," Shadow said, not as gruffly as usual, but still in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What?" Sonic asked irritably, frowning at his pretend owner. Shadow sighed.

"I said, get down," he repeated himself – and then, just to underline that statement, pinched the blue speedster rather forcefully into his petite tail. Sonic jumped up as if stung.

"Ow! What was that for?!" he demanded, one hand holding the abused appendage and already a light blush creeping onto his features again. Shadow smirked up at him.

"I told you. When we're in public, either you obey or I make you."

"Yeah, right. Better be glad I have a strict no-strangling policy or else you'd be dangerously close," the blue hedgehog grumbled. "So what's this about me not sitting on the couch?"

"The only things you're allowed to sit on are the floor or your owner's bed - or lap - when he has given you permission," Shadow explained calmly, "Think about it as a 'no pets on the furniture' rule."

"What? But the floor is cold stone," Sonic protested. "That rule is totally unfair!"

"Yes, Sonic, I think we've been over the general 'totally unfair'-ness of this world already," the black hedgehog replied flatly, "And I can't do anything about it at the moment. Now why don't you be a good slave instead and fetch me a glass of wine and some food? Without tripping the waiter this time?" Shadow asked just a tad smugly, amused at the indignancy flaring up in his unwilling pet's eyes as their little game of struggling for dominance flared up again.

"That wine, my Master, would land straight in your starfish-shaped face," Sonic retorted, dead-panning his supposed owner and glowering down at him. The Ultimate Lifeform (who had bristled at the sea food-related insult...) raised an eye ridge.

"You want me to hand you over to Scourge, I take it?" he asked - even if he knew very well that this hypothetical course of action would very likely result in a three-way hedgehog literal battle royale...

Sonic crossed his arms. "Fine. Do it and I won't need the couch anymore because I'll sit on that jerk's unconscious body instead," he shot back, for a moment glaring over at the mentioned green hedgehog still the focus of everybody's attention at the centre of the hall.

The blue speedster looked back at Shadow. "So it all boils down to that I either freeze my butt off or can't sit down at all?" he asked, now sombre again and sounding rather unhappy at the prospect. Shadow tilted his head for a moment.

"Well...technically, I think I could also allow you to lie down next to me. I think it's mostly about your head being lower than mine, anyway."

"Lie down next to you?" Sonic repeated, sounding a bit uncertain for a moment as he hovered at his Master's side some more. Shadow could virtually see a brief inner battle behind his eyes as the collared hero's stubborn pride bridled at basically being designated a house cat but had to battle the blue speedster's simultaneous desire for comfort.