Cuddling. He commits the term to memory and silently vows that he'll have to do more research into such things. There was no need to give him any of this as a reference point within his databanks, so his knowledge is extremely limited. It feels nice, though, and that's all that matters right now.
Though Neo hardly needs to take Sonic's hand to get up, he does anyway just to feel the warmth again for a little longer. It's not surprising when Sonic pulls away, and Neo lets him go, but...
Well, it doesn't matter, since they're going to Sonic's place anyway. It isn't as though it's difficult to memorize the path there - and Sonic did tell him where it was earlier, after all - but there's something different about following his rival there. Sonic has made quite a few friends here, hasn't he...? But then, of course he has. He has far too many friends back home, after all. A bright, sunny hedgehog like that is bound to collect more than a few friendly faces wherever he goes.
...It feels a little strange for him to be here. They may look similar, but every single one of their differences paints a clear picture of who - what Neo is. He's a weapon. He fashioned this form for battle, for killing and yet somehow, it almost feels as though his original form would be a better fit for this world.
He wonders, idly, if Sonic prefers his original form.
Anyway, they make it to Sonic's place and Neo takes in the sights curiously. He can pinpoint where some of those stickers and various souvenirs are from simply from having come across something similar in his own explorations of this world, but there are so many that he doesn't recognize. The place could stand to be organized and better-maintained... but unlike the apartment Neo was given when he arrived, this one actually looks as though it's been lived in.
Even though Sonic told him to "take a load off", Neo remains standing near the door, arms folded behind him as he looks around the place, almost like he's trying to take up less space. He's... not really sure what to do now that he's here...]
It seems you've settled in well.
[...And then, almost as an afterthought:] Do you miss our world?
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Cuddling. He commits the term to memory and silently vows that he'll have to do more research into such things. There was no need to give him any of this as a reference point within his databanks, so his knowledge is extremely limited. It feels nice, though, and that's all that matters right now.
Though Neo hardly needs to take Sonic's hand to get up, he does anyway just to feel the warmth again for a little longer. It's not surprising when Sonic pulls away, and Neo lets him go, but...
Well, it doesn't matter, since they're going to Sonic's place anyway. It isn't as though it's difficult to memorize the path there - and Sonic did tell him where it was earlier, after all - but there's something different about following his rival there. Sonic has made quite a few friends here, hasn't he...? But then, of course he has. He has far too many friends back home, after all. A bright, sunny hedgehog like that is bound to collect more than a few friendly faces wherever he goes.
...It feels a little strange for him to be here. They may look similar, but every single one of their differences paints a clear picture of who - what Neo is. He's a weapon. He fashioned this form for battle, for killing and yet somehow, it almost feels as though his original form would be a better fit for this world.
He wonders, idly, if Sonic prefers his original form.
Anyway, they make it to Sonic's place and Neo takes in the sights curiously. He can pinpoint where some of those stickers and various souvenirs are from simply from having come across something similar in his own explorations of this world, but there are so many that he doesn't recognize. The place could stand to be organized and better-maintained... but unlike the apartment Neo was given when he arrived, this one actually looks as though it's been lived in.
Even though Sonic told him to "take a load off", Neo remains standing near the door, arms folded behind him as he looks around the place, almost like he's trying to take up less space. He's... not really sure what to do now that he's here...]
It seems you've settled in well.
[...And then, almost as an afterthought:] Do you miss our world?