Shadow

Evening. Rouge was sitting in the living room, sipping coffee. The door opened. Shadow stood there, looking gloomier than a thundercloud. It was pouring rain outside, and Shadow was soaking wet. Where had he been? Trick question. Before Rouge could greet him, he went into the bathroom.

Rouge lives in Shadow's house. Even Rouge herself couldn't figure out how she'd convinced the hedgehog. But that didn't matter now. Shadow's mood hadn't changed at all; he came out of the bathroom. His quills were very wet, so Rouge made a decision. She grabbed a hairdryer and sat behind Shadow, slowly eavesdropping on his quills. Shadow's displeased expression said it all.