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Love's Resistance	By : CearaIvory Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I should say I will handling certain conditions differently from how they might affect humans. So don't go saying, "Oh this shouldn't be happening this soon", they're animals, anthropomorphic animals, but still animals. Their bodies operate differently from a human's. Although I will take suggestions on how to handle it.
Love's Resistance
Chapter 9
Sleet didn't get out of bed until close to 10:00 am the next morning (when normally he would be up at 4:00). When Dingo had left the night before to see Sonia, he'd gone to their favorite bar to drown his concerns in their liquor. Now he was paying the price for it as his head throbbed, his stomach hated him, and his mouth like he'd tried to eat a handful of cotton balls. His first stop was the kitchen to make a hair o' the dog.
When he could see straight again, he went to Dingo's room and banged on the door. "Get up ya bone head." If he was going to be up and miserable, then so was Dingo. No one answered the knock. "Hey Dingo, get your ass out of bed you lazy lummox!" Again no one so much as moaned in response. Sleet frowned. So Dingo thought he could ignore him. Not in the mood for games, the wolf kicked the door in. He knew he could have just used the knob but that wouldn't have been as satisfying. He was surprised to see Dingo's bed neatly made (for once) and the room empty. The bed being made told Sleet that he had been there but apparently he had gotten up before him (no small wonder, he was sleeping off alcohol poisoning) but it wasn't like Dingo to leave without letting him know. It was practically a rule. He was about to go find his errant brother when a sheet of paper caught his eye. He picked it up.
Sleet, had to see eye doctor and didn't wanna wake ya. Be back later. – Dingo
Sleet sighed with relief. Dingo was just getting his eyes checked, finally. He had been badgering him about that for a while now. Dingo hated all doctors though and he'd always refused before. Why was he doing it now then, and without badgering him to go with him?
8 am that same day
Sonia woke up the next morning, rolling over to look at the ceiling. She did a self-check to ascertain how she was feeling, emotionally. Before she could come to answer, her stomach gave a lurch. "Oh..." she leaped out of bed, racing for the bathroom, knocking Sonic down as she passed him in the hall.
Sonic knocked on the bathroom door when he heard his sister vomiting into the toilet. "Hey sis, you okay in there?"
"What's going on?" Manic asked as he carried a tray of breakfast food that he had planned to take to Sonia.
"I don't know but I think Sonia's getting sick." Sonic knocked on the door again. "Sonia?"
The sound of flushing preceded the sound of water running. Finally the door opened, Sonia wiping her face as came out. "Sorry Sonic."
"No problemo sis, I've knocked you down loads of time. Seems only fair you get a turn," Sonic quipped.
"Made you breakfast," Manic said holding out the tray.
The color went out of Sonia's fast when she smelled sizzling bacon and she disappeared back into the bathroom.
"Guess she's not hungry," the green hedgehog shrugged.
Sonic shrugged back. "It's been a hard week for her, she probably just made herself a little sick. I'll go get her a glass of water, that'll help."
20 minutes later, Sonia was finally able to leave the bathroom. She'd heard her brother's hypothesis. It made sense. She hadn't been sleeping or eating well and body was getting her back for it. The nausea had left her completely and she suddenly felt ravenous. Fortunately, Manic had been considerate enough to save the breakfast he had so sweetly made for her. Her brothers had been bending over backwards trying to make her feel better. She didn't know how to tell them that the only way she would get to feeling better was to let her be sad.
"Thanks for breakfast Manic," she said as she sat down with them to eat it. The bacon suddenly looked really appealing but a bite told her something was missing. It needed something. She got up and went to the fridge to find what she wanted. "Ahh, chocolate sauce! Perfect!" She took the jar of chocolate sauce and spooned liberal amounts over bacon, eggs, sausage and mango.
Sonic's face matched Manic's green tone slightly as they watched her put the strange choice of condiment on her breakfast. "Sis...chocolate sauce on bacon, eggs, sausage and fruit? Okay, I guess on the fruit that would be good, but the rest?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, it just sounds good right now." She ate the concoction, more than she'd eaten in sitting that last week. Breakfast ended with her scraping the left over chocolate onto a dill pickle from the fridge and biting into it.
Manic wasn't too freaked out. Growing up in the sewers, he had come to appreciate that food was food no matter how disgusting it looked. Sonic, however, mirrored Sonia's face from earlier that morning.
She wiped her face with a paper towel and looked around for the clock. "What time is it?"
"8:45. Why?" Sonic replied.
"Oh good, the mall will be opening in 15 minutes," she went to find her favorite "hide-me" shawl. "I desperately need some retail therapy. You guys wanna come?"
"Sorry sis," Manic answered. "Can't. Trevor wants to do a follow up on the Ruby Mine..."
Awkward silence passed between them. The Ruby Mine mission was what had kept the two brothers from coming to their sister's aid.
"Okay, your loss," she said finally and grabbed her purse. "You guys need anything while I'm gone?"
A negative response later saw her walking out the door and headed to the Robotropolis Mall.
She reached the mall 10 minutes after opening time. She thought about the last time she'd been on a nice spree. She sighed heavily to remember that it had been with Bartleby. It was a fun day together when they could just pretend that they not really supposed to be together, not for anyone else to see. They had thrown caution to the wind that day and it had done much to boost her morale.
Her thoughts elsewhere, she didn't look where she was going and walked into a rather large obstruction, a large, orange obstruction. She tilted backwards and nearly landed in a nearby puddle.
A brown-gloved hand grabbed hers and pulled back to a stable position. "Sonia, are you okay?"
Sonia waited for the world to stop moving before answering. "Dingo? What are you doing here?"
"Got an appointment with the eye doctor this morning," he pointed to the mall, where the office was. "What about you?" Who would have thought she'd decide to come to the mall the same morning he was to see the doctor that was housed in the same mall?
"Just some retail therapy," she replied. Something about having Dingo there did a lot to calm her melancholy. It must have something to do with how he made her laugh the night before. "So you're gonna get new glasses?"
"Yep," he said. "My prescription is out of date and it's hard to see with 'em. Can't see nothing without 'em, but I need to update my specs for sure. Sleet will be surprised, I hate doctors."
"Oh?" she asked as they entered the mall.
"It's a long story but doctors scare me, let's just leave it at that," he precluded any questions about his not-so-happy past.
She nodded. "Well it's good you're finally going. Your bad eyesight is probably why you're so clumsy. It can get worse if not treated properly."
"You sound like Sleet," Dingo groaned. "Don't worry, I'm goin', I'm goin'."
They walked together until they reached the "Doctor Glass: Optometrist and Optician."
Sonia bid goodbye and started to continue on her own until her conscience made her turn around. "Hey going to the doctor can suck when you're scared and alone. Would you like me to go in with you?"
Dingo gratefully accepted her offer.
"Well, it's a good thing you came to me," the Owl Optometrist said as he ran the exam. "Your eyesight is deplorable and these lenses are so past due for replacement it baffles me that you can see at all. Why haven't you come to see me before?"
Dingo shrugged. "Don't like doctors."
"Well, listen to me, whether you like them or not, it's important that you go regularly and especially when something doesn't feel right," Dr. Glass scolded. "It's your body telling you that something is wrong. Now, we'll fix this prescription. Why don't you go pick out a new set of frames."
Sonia had that "told ya so" look on her face as she followed him out to the selection but the canine just stuck his tongue out at her.
"Oh very mature," she shot back at him. She looked through the frames in his size ranger while he looked for his preferred purple rounds. "Ooo, try these," she grabbed a pair of black ovals.
He looked at her questioningly. "But I wanted something that matched my old pair."
She shook her head. "Ewww, those things? Sorry Dingo, but you need a change. Try these." Sonia tip-toed and stuck them on his nose. She crinkled her nose. "Oh ick, not these. Try this," she picked up another good-looking option and Dingo gave up. He wondered if this was female friends did to their male friends. He didn't know. Sonia was the first girl he could say was a friend and that was loosely considering they barely knew each other.
10 minutes later, Sonia clapped her hands together with success. "Yes! Yes, those are just perfect. Take a look."
Dingo looked at his reflection in the mirror and was amazed at the effect. "Yeah, these are nice...I look smart."
"And that's what you want," she stated simply. "I tell all my male friends in the Resistance, clothes and accessories DO make the man. Some listen...but some are like my brothers. Don't care about fashion at all."
"Well, isn't the sayin', 'don't judge a book by its cover?'" Dingo quipped as they went to the counter so the doctor could take care of the lenses and he could pay.
"Yes, it is, but I also know books with tattered covers stay on the shelf," she bantered back. "If you want people to take you seriously, you have to look the part. Now, why don't we get something to eat, I am starving." She was surprised at the onslaught of her appetite. She had eaten just a couple of hours ago and she was hungry again. She wondered if the food court had fish sticks and...mmm, custard. Yes that's what she wanted.
AN: Relatively filler but I wanted to set up the effect of the next chapter. Eventually, Dingo will get a full make-over (you know Sonia won't be able to resist). While appearances aren't everything, it is true that people are more likely to take you seriously if you dress like you want them to take you seriously. You wouldn't go for a job or loan interview wearing a t-shirt and cropped jean shorts would you?
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