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A whine escaped Sonic’s lips. Until he quickly panicked when he realised he was covering up his hole.
“WAIT–”
Sonic shot his hand to cover his slit but Shadow didn’t pay it any mind and continued trying to remove Sonic’s clothing and was met with crumpled flattened maroon-clad napkins. Shadow looked up at him expectantly, Sonic clearly not reciprocating the same calmness he encompassed.
“Dude, you are terrible at hiding your.. period”
“How did you know?”
Shadow quizzically raised his eyebrow. Sonic really thought he was amazing at covering his tracks, but Shadow made it apparent that it probably was as obvious as a (insert simile).
“You should’ve just told me outright”
“And you would know what to do about it because?” Sonic drawling out the words in a sarcastic manner.
Shadow let out an elongated sigh and gestures to Sonic to follow him. Sonic, who was skeptical, complied before putting his clothes back on.
Just barely finished pulling his pants up on the way to the bathroom, Shadow reaches for something on the shelf, he discovers a pack of pads and pushes it onto Sonic’s chest.
“Use these, napkins don’t hold up well, especially when there's so much blood, it's just gonna rip apart and get shoved deeper in ur hole.”
Sonic scrambled to stop the pack from falling and gave Shadow a nodding look. He squeezes past Shadow and back into the bathroom. He pulls down his pants with one hand and a pad in the other hand. The tissues scatter and he quickly tries to catch them all before compressing them into a clumpy dripping ball and flushing it down the toilet, silently praying it won’t clog. Struggling to rid of all the plastic layers he tries to keep his pants up and accidentally comes in contact with dripping blood. His face quickly scrunched and opened the faucet to let the water run over his fingers and squeeze soap onto his hand.
After all the hullabaloo the pad was finally inserted and he crushed the pad in between his legs to forbid a drop to make it past his crotch.
How did Shadow know that he was leaking koolaid? What the fuck was gonna happen to him if he didn’t spot blood? Sonic’s mind was racing when his eyes rested on Shadow’s figure on the couch. How did Shadow know what to do but Sonic didn’t? Sonic was confused on what to think of what just happened, the blood, shadow damn near about to crack him, discovery of pads.
“--you doing?” Sonic was too hyperfocused on his own thoughts
“Huh?”
“You’re just standing there, did it go well?” It took Sonic a bit to recognize what he was referring to
“Oh, Oh yea it was fine I guess, better than napkins”
“See?”
Sonic grinned with half lidded eyes, thankful for the suggestion of the switch, despite the events that had to happen to lead to it.