The late evening enveloped the apartment in silence, broken only by the soft hiss of the TV from the living room. But no one cared. The bathroom was in chaos.

Cans of paint, old towels, and all the necessary items for a ritual that was repeated about once a month: Sonic's return to his trademark blue hair color. If he used to do it himself and it didn't work out very neatly, now he was helped by Shadow, who expertly applied paint to each strand and the result was excellent.

Everything would have been fine if he had been patient.. After all, sitting still for a long time is an impossible task for Sonic. He fidgeted in his chair, turned his head and played with the first things he saw, interfering with his boyfriend's work. And he grumbled irritably and once again hit him on the head.

— my neck is already numb, Shad!