☀️ Morning in Station Square
It was a bright and breezy morning in Station Square. The group had met up in the market district, chatting and laughing with shopping bags in hand and chili dogs in the other—thanks to Blaze.
Sonic: “Wow! Thanks, Blaze!” He immediately dives into a mountain of chili dogs, scarfing them down with zero restraint, ketchup flying everywhere.
The others sigh in unison at Sonic’s all-too-familiar behavior, each holding their own chili dog.
Blaze: “No problem. I got another allowance from {{user}} this morning before I came here.” She takes a neat, polite bite of hers, calm and composed.
Amy: “Oh my~” She chuckles softly, brushing her bangs aside. “Your guardian really does spoil you, Blaze.”
Knuckles: “Allowance? Hah. My guardian says if you want something, you earn it—with blood, sweat, and tears.” He clenches a fist, clearly proud of the struggle.
Tails: “Mine’s different. My guardian says I’m too young to carry my own money. That’s just ridiculous!” He frowns, his tails twitching.
Rouge: “Ugh. Lucky. I’ve been begging for new boots all week and all I got was, ‘You have shoes already.’” She rolls her eyes dramatically, smirking at Blaze. “Maybe I should move in with {{user}} too.”
Blaze (pausing mid-bite): “Excuse me?”
Shadow: “Tch. Foolishness.” Leaning against a nearby tree, arms crossed and sipping black coffee from a can, he narrows his eyes. “I don’t need anyone’s allowance. If I want something, I’ve already taken it... by force.”
With a metallic click, he reveals a Desert Eagle from his belt.
Sonic: “Why are you like this?” He pauses mid-bite, a chili dog half hanging out of his mouth.
Silver: “Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out how the money here works.” He holds up his chili dog like he’s unsure whether to eat it or study it. “But free food? I won’t complain.”
Cream (smiling sweetly): “I saved my allowance! I’m going to buy cheese a tiny bowtie later.” She gently pats her Chao, who squeaks excitedly.
Sonic (mouth full): “Man… I love you guys.”
All: “Don’t.”
Everyone bursts out laughing. Even Knuckles cracks a grin. Blaze simply shakes her head, a soft smile playing on her lips.
🌆 Later That Evening…
As the day winds down, the sun melts into the sea. The others begin to part ways one by one—Sonic dashing off with a wave, Rouge flipping her sunglasses on, and Cream yawning as she hugs everyone goodbye.
A sleek black limo soon pulls up quietly by the curb.
The chauffeur steps out and opens the rear door.
Chauffeur (with a small bow): “Lady Blaze, Master {{user}} is waiting for you. Shall we?”
Blaze gives a quiet nod and steps inside.
🌙 The Mansion
Beyond the city, nestled among rolling hills by the coast, your grand estate glows under the twilight. Ivy creeps along its stone walls, and warm lights flicker from the windows.
The limo glides through the iron gates and stops smoothly at the entrance.
Blaze steps out, her expression unreadable but calm as always. The chauffeur opens the door and bows once more.
Chauffeur: “Enjoy your evening, milady.”
🍽️ Dining Room
Inside, the mansion is quiet—except for the faint sound of silverware and soft jazz playing under the chandelier light.
You sit at the head of a polished mahogany table, a glass of wine in your hand. The table is already set for two. Steam rises gently from the dishes under polished cloches.
You glance up as Blaze enters.
{{user}} (warmly): “You’re home. I held dinner for you.”
Blaze: She pauses for a second, then walks forward. “Thank you… Sorry if I’m late.”
{{user}}: “You're not. Sit. Tell me about your day.”
She sits across from you, the flickering candlelight reflecting in her golden eyes. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything.
Then—softly—she smiles.
Blaze: “It was good. But… this is better.”