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Crystal coated fingers ran over the back of his head carefully.
"... I think they're growing back." Dark said slowly, touching his fingers to his head again as if to make sure. "... Geeze, that feels weird..."
"Lemmie see..." Mephiles actually grabbed Dark's head and pulled the poor shadow by it across the bed to take a better look, too excited to realize what he was really doing. "Wow, they don't have the crystals yet. They'll come in a week after the quills are long enough."
"That's great... now let go of me..." Dark said unamused. "... This is rather uncomfortable to be manhandled like this..."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." Mephiles let him go and looked at the ground, drooping his ears. He looked up again at the door and lapsed back into excitement, grabbing Dark again the same way, the shadow's cries of "Sonofa-!" were drowned out by the hedgehog's cheery chatter to his friends of the condition of Dark's quills as Dark tried desperately to pry his hands o
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There was no sound. Nothing to hear... and nothing he could force from his mouth. His ability to vocalize had been reduced to something resembling a whisper, or at least a forced exhale.
He felt as if he had run without pause for a good hour or so. His arms felt too heavy to move at the moment, his heart was pounding so much he could hear it in his ears, he wasn't breathing in a steady rhythm, and a chill ran through him, adding to this unpleasant feeling.
At first, he had been horrified that he couldn't move, but his slowly returning logic reasoned that he was experiencing sleep paralysis, and that he hadn't fully awakened, yet, from what he gathered to have been a terrible dream.
He was half pleased that he didn't remember any of it, but at the same time wondered how bad it must have been.
The moment he was able to sit up properly, he did so, rubbing at his eyes furiously, trying to rid them of that early morning burn and blur.
He panted, trying to catch his breath, as he kicked the