Hai! :3 I've got a other Prompt idea! A Sonamy cute one! I have this fascination about "pruning" a hedgehog, that is Adjusting Hedgehog quill's time at a time, I could tell this is a personal "Hedgehog Thing". So I have wonder how can Sonic Modern! Ask for help of a certain Pink Hedgehog to resolve his issues with his quills? Btw Sonic already is feeling a light pain from all the quill's he has to take out of his way. I bet we both we can see Sonic being all "ugh! it's getting annoying!" *Hug!*
Pruning, tending, preening, same diff right? lol! I’d love too :) I’ve done things like this before, so I’ll do my best to keep it interesting and differently new!
Sonic scratched at his head, as Tails looked worriedly to him.
He continued to itch his head, before shaking it off, and seemed to ignore Tails’s inquiry.
Tails sighed, “You know, if you’re quills are bothering you, I could help…” He got up and picked up a tool from his table, before turning around…
With a gleam in his eyes as he held up a big pair of pilers.
“I could help~”
Sonic’s vision made it look diabolical and he shook his head in fright, before zipping out the door.
Tails blinked in surprised, “Huh? What was that all about?” He lowered the tool.
Dashing about, Sonic would scrape his head along the sides of rocky cliffs, gritting his teeth of the pain as he tried to loosen the already pulled Quills out more and get them to snap free.
He couldn’t fully reach back there and it was annoying to feel them drooping and sliding but still hanging on like a loose tooth.
He finally sat down outside of Amy’s home, not trusting hands that weren’t so tender as a girl’s to do the job, but still attempted to do it himself before she opened the door.
Looking ready to go shopping for groceries or something, she gasped as she looked down.
“Sonic!?” she looked thrilled, before seeing him messing with his quills, ruffling his hands around, and not paying her much mind.
“…Hmm…” she recognized the behavior, and smiled.
She set her purse down and sat on the first step to her home, smiling to him, knowingly. “You know… there’s a place just down the city block that has a great tender for hair! We could get you an appointment? I do it all the time!” she beamed.
He frowned, looking less than enthusiastic about a stranger doing the job, and kept fiddling before twitching in pain.
Amy quickly moved to one knee and held her hands over his head, looking through his quills.
“Huh?” he moved his hands out, looking up at her.
Would she do the job?
“Sonic! You’ve neglected them for so long! They’re starting to poke into your head.” she ‘tsk’ed, seeing the damage done, and even little droplets of blood here and there.
“Ohhh…” she puffed up the side of her cheek. “Why are you so stubborn? You’re going to hurt your head at this rate.”
She started to look for loose ones, as Sonic tilted his head, as if obliging to her consent.
She found a wobbly one, and saw how badly it had fallen, and her eyes went wide.
“Ah! Got one.” she started to seriously strain as Sonic’s face stretched, feeling the pain.
She wiggled it and then popped it out!
“Ye-ouch!” Sonic shook his head, before rubbing it lightly upon his quills.
“There’s one.” she smiled, and moved to the upper floor to sit on her knees, and then motioned with her hand for him to lean back.
He hesitated, staring at her.
He then slowly lowered his head back to her, and she nodded before setting out to work.
“Honestly,… you just need to ask if it’s getting this bad..”
As she tended to his head, the pain subsided with each little tweak or breaking off of the more seriously neglected quills, where the rest weren’t quite as painful.
Sonic closed his eyes, though they twitched every now and then as she tugged, but her method was relaxing in that as her hands moved, she would stroke the quills to relax them from flexing up and poking her.
This way was the most comfortable for Sonic, he could remain relatively calm while she did her usual method of getting her own quills done.
“I’m no expert, but you should really get this done professionally.”
He wiggled his nose, as if not going to abide by her advice.
She puffed up her cheek again, leaning over to see his face. “Ohh.. Come on, Sonic. It’s not so bad.”
“…I like your way better.” he turned his head, giving her access to the sides.
“….Can’t you reach these?”
He fidgeted in his face, the corner of his lip bouncing a little as she realized he just wanted her to keep at it.
She giggled, “Aww~ I get it.” she knew that most of the time, she didn’t like people touching her quills either. It was probably double that for Sonic… who didn’t always make close friends very easily…
She continued to prune, preen, or whatever you may call it till the quills were drawn into a basket and she poured them into a trashcan, making sure they were all gone.
She later made him 2 chilidogs and gave him strict instruction to come to her if they start getting loose again.
He nodded, shyly embarrassed it seemed, before eating the chilidogs and taking off.
Amy smiled and returned to her purse to shop.
When she got back, she noticed some roses at her door, and smiled.
“He’s so funny sometimes.” she giggled out.
(He is funny, isn’t he? Head massages and getting your hair did by a cutie, you wonder if he’s just lazy enough to call that a date..?)