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Bullet stared at the clock as well, before giving a bit of a smile for a moment or two.
"I taught myself how to tell time by the sun originally." he said, as he stared at the analog clock. "It took me a bit of learn how to tell time on this too." he said, as he stared at it a bit. "But now..." he stopped for a moment. "It seems rather useless, time just seems to be passing me by ever since I left my home." he gave a bit of a frown, before shaking his head a bit, trying not to think to hard on the past, he didn't want to make Lea upset.
"Sparky was never good at analog clocks, I wonder if she can tell time on them or not now." he seemed to think about it for a moment or two.

Bullet sat there for a moment as he began to think about his home and how long ago he had left it. His home was in shambles and what remained could be considered ruins more than anything else.
I don't think I could tell her that... he thought to himself, as he left out a bit of a sigh.
Bullet was snapped out his thoughts a little bit later when he heard Lea's next question. He stared at her for a bit, before quickly shaking his head back and forth.
"...I don't think I could..." he said softly, as he stared at the white wolf. "I haven't talked to her for a while...at least not about something that ended up with us fighting.."
He hung his head a bit, causing his ears to droop as he stared down at the box. He really didn't think he could ask her anyway, especially with Moonshock, who didn't trust him in the at least--and probably would prefer to have him dead, if Sparky wasn't so persistence about not killing him, since he was her only blood relation.

Super took this into account, and completely missed the point of her question. He opened his mouth to answer, but it dawned on him what she was doing. His mouth wide open and his brain re-routing for a different answer, he must of looked hilarious. He needed a second, and reached for the soda and took a large gulp to buy him some time. It was any Snickers, but it had to do. "Nothing!" He finally shouted, before smirking ashamedly and lowering his voice. "In fact, I like a lot of wolves." He walked around her and gave her a bit of a neck massage to play with her. "Especially the girls, but only yellow ones. They are very beautiful, and clever, but not to mention the softest fur." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, before giving a goofy smile. "I'm getting better at this romantic stuff, aren't I?"

"I am?" He asked in a mock tone, before picking up his leg and lifting up one of his pant legs to reveal his green fur. "Well what do you know! I seem to be a bit green!" He proclaimed. He smiled and took another sip from his warm soda. "I think we have to go grocery shopping. And by we I mean someone not wanted by G.U.N..." He explained, scratching the back of one of his quills. "Sickle and I may be home a lot more then before until we deem it safe."

He halted a moment before giving a sheepish smile. "You don't mind taking over the shopping for a little while, do you? We are.... out of soda. I might go nuts, you know!" He made a big performance out of it, with wild hand gestures as he acted the part of a pathetic soul, trapped in torment as the world wished him harm. How sad! How pitiful! "If only a kind, loving woman would go out and get this poor, sad hedgehog a cold soda! Does any such woman exist! Are they the things of legends?"

If there was one thing to be said about the green hedgehog, it was that he could often put Shakespeare to shame. And he could make light of any situation should it call for it.

Super stopped his tangent and stood tall, fixing his pants and smoothing out his quills - they had gotten quite messy in the tirade. He smiled when she claimed to put soda as priority one, and he sat down and took another sip of his warm soda. He frowned a bit at it being warm, but as said, soda is soda. He decided to go back to normal now, and cut the craziness for a time. "Well, I learned it back when I was an agent. I had to be the best actor I could be if I was to go undercover. I could tell you stories of what roles I've played and how I did it."

"A few, yes." Super said, shrugging. He sat down on the opposite side of the table to think. "Well, Sickle visited last week and ate all of our cereal when he did. Which leads me to the fact we ran out of milk earlier as well. I'm not a big cereal fan, but I eat it from time to time." He said, thinking. "Hmm... We need beef for my spaghetti." Super was almost famous for his spaghetti. He had all the right spices put in, just enough meat, and the sauce was thicker then most, and stuck to the noodles, making it tastier and letting it slide down easy. He was quite proud of it.

Lea blinked with wide eyes as she suddenly found herself in Bullet's arms, at first not even able to turn red in disbeleif that he was the one that reached for her. But after a moment of silence, she heard him say that it was good to talk to someone, to which she smiled warmly, leaning against him and rubbing her head against his chest.

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Sparky stared as she watched Super trying his best to get comfortable in the chair he was sitting in.
"I'll see what I can do." she said, as she stared at him. "But it may have to wait until later." she stared at the green hedgehog and gave him a bit of a smile. Grinning a bit more, she looked down at the list once more to make sure that she had everything down that she needed.
"I think I have everything." she said, she gave a smile, before standing up from her seat. She stepped over towards Super and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." she said, as she gave him another smile, before heading out of the room.

Bullet held onto Lea for a bit longer, before slowly releasing her from his embrace. He allowed her to lean against her or whatever she wished at the point, liking the feeling of being close to someone, something he rarely experienced, until now.
"...lea.." he said softly, before falling silent a little while later. He didn't want to say something and ruin the calming mood in the room.