Last one for now I promise. One more very hedgehog thing about Sonic. He hides any illness or injuries as best he can.
Hedgehogs are notorious for hiding illnesses from their owners. They will do their best act healthy and strong. Unless an owner is vigilant and knows what to look for, they could easily overlook a sick hedgehog because they are so good at hiding it. (That doesn’t mean the owner is bad or neglectful. Hedgehogs are just scary good at it.)
Unfortunately a lot of owners lose their hedgehogs suddenly because the hedgehog acted the same as they did when they were healthy. It’s a built in prey instinct. They act and look healthy to ward off predators. A lot of times if a hedgehog starts to act sick it may be too late. If you ever suspect your hedgehog is sick always take them to the vet. Don’t wait.
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Hope I did this correctly. "I'm losing my appetite." (Ace, hurt/comfort)
Ramshackle dorm lived up to its name. The original name of the dorm was lost to time. The building bore the brunt of it, wearing down a little by little every year. An abandoned, rundown place, left to rot.
Carefully shifting your weight, you balance on the roof. Some of the shingles come loose, tumbling from the roof, crashing towards the ground. You watch them fall, vanishing within the overgrown lawn. Tucking your legs closer to your chest, you lean into them, chin resting on your knees.
A dull ache wrecked your stomach, an empty sort of feeling.
Hollow, like a flower vase lying on its side, contents all spilling out.
Not a pleasant feeling.
Faintly, you could still hear the chatter going on downstairs. The first years crashed your dorm, most probably causing some ruckus in the living room. Leaning back, you heave a sigh. Sounds like they’re having fun.
A sharp stab into your back. Wincing, you rub the wounded part, hissing. A mop of red pokes out from the roof, hair freshly tousled. Scarlet eyes look at yours, narrowed ever so slightly. Ace Trappola, two plates balanced carefully on his arm.
“Yo, prefect. Any room up there?”
Shrugging, you shimmy to the side, giving him ample room to clamber up. Ace sits down next to you, yelping as the shingles wiggle free. Stifling a giggle, you hold his arm securely until he’s settled.
Ace shakes his head. Yet he’s smiling at you all the same. A toothy grin, canines peeking out. A mischievous sort of smile that just melts your heart.
“You’re dangerous, Prefect.”
You snort.
“You’re the one who chose to come up here.”
“Touché.”
A paper plate is pressed into your hands. A generous serving of cake is placed on it. It’s been upturned, cream smearing across the plate. Fruits were scattered throughout the cream, a chaotic plating of what would be a wonderful slice of cake.
A pause, before you pass it back to Ace. His eyebrows rise up, mildly offended.
“Hey, I brought it up specially for you, y’know?”
You tighten your grip, hugging your legs closer to your chest.
“I’m not hungry.”
A frown creeps into Ace’s expression. He bends down, forcing you to meet his eyes again.
“I haven’t seen you eat for quite a while. We’re… I’m worried, prefect.”
A shudder, before your voice comes out as a whisper. Soft as the morning breeze, a quiet sort of sound.
“I think I’m losing my appetite, Ace.”
A shout of protest, before a pair of hands grab either side of your cheeks. Palms pressing into your face, Ace spins your head towards him. Eyes wide open, filled to the brim with worry.
“Come on, you didn’t think to tell me earlier? Here!”
Stabbing a piece of cake vigorously, you watch as Ace cuts the spongy desert apart, scooping up as much cream as that piece could hold. He thrusts it towards your mouth. You hesitate, causing the cake to make a mess all across your lips.
Ace groans, wiping your mouth with his sleeve. You tug at his sleeve, telling him that it’s fine, he doesn’t have to go through such lengths just for you.
He waves aside your concerns, pulling your cheek with his fingers. A pinch, albeit a gentle one, coming from Ace. Thumb caressing your cheek, the ghost of a smile plays on his lips.
Scooping another piece of cake, Ace holds it up, just centimetres from your lips.
“Come on, prefect. Just one bite?
For me?”
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if there is one food that they can eat? its probably sugar.
typically, if one eats it, you'll get a small burst of energy and then later hit with fatigue, right?
imagine if you didn't have to worry about that second part. like at all. you could just keep eating sugary sweets until you decided you were done with it.
they usually only eat to seek power. not really in it for the nourishment half of it. its rare for this punk rat to eat anyways. so if you do see them munching on something? its either candy, something greasy or like... electrical wiring.
their nose is also very very weak. half the damn time they can't smell unless that scent hits them harder than a gd truck.
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