[ his eyes shift to where he saw the other put the flower, and his gaze settles there for a few moments indicating that there's something there. ]
Yours?
[ nothing more than a question on the connection between him and that flower, he thinks by taking this photograph wordlessly was enough of an answer.
besides, he seemed sure, and there's only other black and red hedgehog who could fit the bill, but between the two, there's still light in one's eyes and the other only has years of pain and anger in his own. the hedgehog in the photograph is confident, the other one doesn't have that sort of strong foundation for himself unlike the hedgehog who stands across from a wounded chocobo and its caregiver.
it's easy to confirm the picture belongs to shadow, but what of that flower.
no subject
Yours?
[ nothing more than a question on the connection between him and that flower, he thinks by taking this photograph wordlessly was enough of an answer.
besides, he seemed sure, and there's only other black and red hedgehog who could fit the bill, but between the two, there's still light in one's eyes and the other only has years of pain and anger in his own. the hedgehog in the photograph is confident, the other one doesn't have that sort of strong foundation for himself unlike the hedgehog who stands across from a wounded chocobo and its caregiver.
it's easy to confirm the picture belongs to shadow, but what of that flower.
is it his? ]