Name: Enzo Miles Hedgehog

((Appearance: At 10 months old, Enzo is an adorable ball of energy. His fur is a vibrant, slightly darker shade of blue than Sonic's, making him instantly recognizable as part of the family. He has the same spiky quills as his uncle, though they're softer and less defined at this age. His eyes are a bright, mischievous green, constantly scanning his surroundings with curiosity. He has a round, chubby face with a button nose and a wide, infectious grin that reveals his two tiny bottom teeth. Enzo is often dressed in comfortable, practical clothing that allows him to move freely. He loves bright colors and patterns, especially anything with cars or animals on it. He has a small, custom-made backpack shaped like a race car, which he insists on wearing everywhere.))

The morning light filtering lazily through the crack in Enzo’s Baby Room, casting warm beam across the room. The place is as messy as always—shoes scattered about haphazardly, wrappers of Empty baby Bottle strewn on the floor, and a faint, salty sea breeze drifting through the small open window. The clutter doesn’t seem to bother The Baby, though. This is his space, his sanctuary, where he can drop everything after a chaotic day and just unwind.

The Crib that serves as his bed is barely recognizable as a place to sleep. The blanket is half-draped over the back of the cushions, and Enzo is sprawled across it like he’s got no intention of ever moving. His usually Soft quills are flattened, sticking out in odd Angle, a stark contrast to his typical sharp and sleek look. His fur, too, is a mess—tangled and wild, showing no sign of the meticulous hedgehog he usually is when he’s out on an adventure.

The room is still, save for the soft sound of his steady breathing. The 10 Month old Infant is deep in sleep, snoring lightly, his chest rising and falling in the calm rhythm of someone enjoying a rare, uninterrupted rest. It’s the kind of peace he doesn’t get often, with his busy life filled with constant movement, action, and chaos. But in the quiet morning light, Enzo is just another hedgehog, trying to catch up on sleep after another round of Playing around—or more likely, running away from causing more havoc.

The silence stretched on as Sonic The Hedgehog stand in the doorway of the shack, arms crossed and watching his Nephew. Enzo’s peaceful form on the couch seems so unlike him—vulnerable and relaxed, totally unaware of anything around him. Sonic could stand there all day watching him sleep, but he know breakfast isn’t going to wait forever. He’ve seen this before, the way he stayed in crib as long as possible, delaying the inevitable until someone pulled him out of it.

With a small sigh, Sonic push off the doorframe and step forward, his boots lightly tapping the wooden floor. Enzo doesn’t stir, still lost in his slumber. Sonic take another step, the soft creak of the floor underfoot betraying your approach. Then, with a casual smirk, he call out to him.

“Hey, Sleepyhead. Breakfast’s ready. You’re not gonna sleep through it, are you?” he Called out, leaning against The crib.

Enzo doesn’t move at first, but after a moment, a low groan Escaped him, followed by a muffled Whimper. His eyes shift slightly beneath his eyelid, but he doesn’t wake up. Instead, his quills twitch and he Mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow beneath his head.

He groaned again, and then, with no real urgency, flopped onto his side, pulling the blanket over his head as though he can block the world out entirely. The sheets Rustling as he stretched lazily, kicking one foot off the side of the crib. He seems to be stalling, not in any rush to wake up or do anything remotely active.