With Mecha Sonic, Robo Knuckles, and Tails Doll defeated, you've successfully kept Chicago safe, and dealt a blow to Eggman's forces. Still, there's a lot that's left unexplained. Who was that mysterious voice? Why did these robots look so different from the ones you've seen before now? Why didn't Sonic and friends recognize them? There's no answers to your questions today, unfortunately.
You'll be escorted home by the trio after everyone's picked themselves up, healed off the damage, and had a moment to recover. Feel free to play out the immediate aftermath and/or the return to the base in this post!
He looks at Ashley's hand that latches onto his, and then how Yves' goes on top of that, and for a moment, he just stares.
What.
What?
Huh??? ]
Wait.
[ He really just said all of that for nothing? They aren't mad? They aren't mad. Fuck the stab wound, this is clearly more important, okay. Now he feels silly for an entirely different reason, but it's the kind of silly that makes him feel relieved more than anything.
(Also, wait, they helped him? They're (some of) the ones who wrapped his arm...???) ]
Ashley doesn't expect it, but she probably should, and after a moment of surprise she reorients herself.
He likes both of them. And both of them care about him.
It seems so simple. Is that...really all there is to it? ]
Yes! [ Indignantly, and somewhat answering her own question. ] I- I had to think on all of this, but...
I-I don't think I need to, anymore. Especially after today. I can't say I expected this, but...
[ Even though something in her sleep-deprived brain whispers about choices and experiments, the buzz of a saw and the bang of a gun close behind—she pushes it all away, because this isn't that.
Percy's proven that, time and time again. ]
...I'm not...against it. If, um, you aren't...?
[ Shyly, Ashley looks to Yves. She knows him less than she knows Percy, that's for sure, but he's done nothing but be kind. Gentle. And, despite everything she's been through, she trusts Percy's judgment. It could just be that simple. ]
[ Yves shakes his head. He isn't burdened with too many thoughts about this, which is either a good or a bad thing. The latter because oh boy does he feel a little carefree compared to these two, but also... he lives his life a certain way. It's much easier to see the payoff here than back home. ]
I'm not. And... don't worry about...
[ Makes a gesture between himself and Ashley. He too, wants it to be simple ]
We can just figure it out as we go. I'm glad to be your friend, if that's a good place to start.
[ Bro has no idea what's happening anymore, only that...this is an acceptable arrangement, and Yves and Ashley seem cool with being friends and all that, so. Everyone wins????
Hhhhhh.
A stab couldn't kill him but this certainly will. ]
...'kay. Okay. Got it. It's – haha, oh, man.
[ And on his face is certainly something warmer, more familiar. (Emotional? No, you're just imagining that!) ]
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He looks at Ashley's hand that latches onto his, and then how Yves' goes on top of that, and for a moment, he just stares.
What.
What?
Huh??? ]
Wait.
[ He really just said all of that for nothing? They aren't mad? They aren't mad. Fuck the stab wound, this is clearly more important, okay. Now he feels silly for an entirely different reason, but it's the kind of silly that makes him feel relieved more than anything.
(Also, wait, they helped him? They're (some of) the ones who wrapped his arm...???) ]
...Really?
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Ashley doesn't expect it, but she probably should, and after a moment of surprise she reorients herself.
He likes both of them. And both of them care about him.
It seems so simple. Is that...really all there is to it? ]
Yes! [ Indignantly, and somewhat answering her own question. ] I- I had to think on all of this, but...
I-I don't think I need to, anymore. Especially after today. I can't say I expected this, but...
[ Even though something in her sleep-deprived brain whispers about choices and experiments, the buzz of a saw and the bang of a gun close behind—she pushes it all away, because this isn't that.
Percy's proven that, time and time again. ]
...I'm not...against it. If, um, you aren't...?
[ Shyly, Ashley looks to Yves. She knows him less than she knows Percy, that's for sure, but he's done nothing but be kind. Gentle. And, despite everything she's been through, she trusts Percy's judgment. It could just be that simple. ]
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I'm not. And... don't worry about...
[ Makes a gesture between himself and Ashley. He too, wants it to be simple ]
We can just figure it out as we go. I'm glad to be your friend, if that's a good place to start.
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Hhhhhh.
A stab couldn't kill him but this certainly will. ]
...'kay. Okay. Got it. It's – haha, oh, man.
[ And on his face is certainly something warmer, more familiar. (Emotional? No, you're just imagining that!) ]
...T-thanks. I...I'm really glad.
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To be fair, she's awkward too, face heating up as she really comes to terms with all of this.
But, her hand feels so warm. ]
M-mmhm. Friends sounds perfect.
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Now- I'm not going to tell you to get some sleep, because you just did. But can you try and rest up a little more? No more tying yourself up in knots.
[ she wants to kiss him she wants to kiss him she wants to kiss him she wants to
Ah, hell. Ashley leans in and presses a kiss to Percy's cheek. ]
I can do that now, right?
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Yves has no meaningful commentary to provide but he's glad this can work out. Ashley gets a pat on the back though. ]