You're Cute When You Scream [SEBBY]

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   It was early evening and already it was really dark. That was kind of to be expected, considering it was December and all that. He just had to be especially careful when it came to walking home so he wouldn't end up tripping over his own feet or someone else's feet or just... anything, really. Brent had tripped over nothing at all numerous times in the past, darkness made that easier. What if he tripped over the darkness? If that made sense. But it didn't. Oh well. It was still definitely possible, Brent had proved that already. Quietly walking down the street, Brent was mostly lost inside his own head but he came to halt when he heard a really scarily weird scream-like sound to his left, down on the floor. It was... a creature of some sort, well, it had to be. Brent couldn't think of what else could make such a noise. If it was some animal, it shouldn't be here or making such a horrible sound... Brent supposed he was going to have to be a good person and help out. Especially if it turned out that this thing was injured. He couldn't exactly just leave it to die, he wasn't that heartless. Brent leant over the curb, crouching down to see what was making the scream-like noise. And, aww, it was a little hedgehog! Suddenly, its screams become slightly more adorable because, despite that fact that it was covered in a lot of blood, it was still the cutest hedgehog Brent had ever seen. Brent was going to call it Sonic and just say it was male. It was easier that way; he felt rude referring to him as 'it' or 'the hedgehog'. "Hey, Sonic, you want Daddy Brenty to sort you out? Yes? 'Course you do." he cooed, hoping to stop Sonic from screaming before carefully picking up the small spiky ball. Brent could see that one of his legs wasn't looking too good... hopefully he'd be able to sort the little guy out by himself. Brent kind of felt attached to Sonic already, he didn't want to give him away to some vet any probably never see him again. The fire sprite picked up his pace a little so he'd be able to get back into the warm and sort out the hedgehog. Sebastian would probably be in too so he could help out, Brent would force him to. Besides, it would make Brent feel less crazy if he wasn't the only one murmuring to Sonic frantically because he thought it would help in some way. After what seemed like far too long, in Brent's opinion, he got back to his flat. The fact that Sebastian wasn't in concerned him a bit because he was almost always in and he needed help with sorting out Sonic. Brent was far from being a vet or a hedgehog expert or... someone with a brain. He was going to be cautious though and make sure he didn't do anything wrong. If he thought he wasn't going to be able to help then Brent supposed he really was going to have to put Sonic in the hands of a professional - or at least someone who had some idea of what they were doing. Glancing anxiously down at the hedgehog, Brent rushed into the bathroom and placed Sonic in the sink after putting in the plug. Right, so the most obvious thing to do was wash away the blood, wasn't it? It didn't look like it had really dried yet anyway so that would be easy enough to do. Y'know, especially since Sonic was in the bathroom sink now and all that. Brent turned on both taps ever so slightly, the hot more than the cold so the what would be warm. Or so he hoped... Tentatively, Brent dipped his hand in the small bath of water and was relieved to find that it was an okay temperature for little Sonic so turned both taps off. The water was starting to go red already, which was good, it meant that it was doing its job. He reached upwards to open the cabinet above the sink and took out the First Aid kit that he believed his landlady had left in there. Brent was starting to think she'd done it specifically because Brent was kind of really clumsy but oh well. He was trying not to take offence from that but he surely wasn't that bad? Anyway. Hedgehog. Focus. Brent removed a roll of bandages and a small pair of scissors from the First Aid Kit and, ah, he'd probably need some cotton balls too so took a few of them before shutting the cabinet again and turning his attention back to Sonic, armed with a cotton ball. Ever so gently, Brent dabbed at the spiny mammal's injured leg, cleaning the wound and bloodying the lukewarm water even more. Man, he really hoped he was doing the right thing here. Next, he took out the plug from the sink and drained away the bloody water. Whilst the water was going down the plughole, Brent took the fluffiest towel from the rack hanging on the door a laid it over the toilet seat. Sonic was then placed on top of the towel and Brent knelt down in front of the toilet with his bandages and cotton balls on the floor beside him as he dried off his patient. "Gon' make you all perfect again." Brent smiled, tapping the hedgehog on the nose. Taking his time with the job, Brent cut off some of the roll of bandage and wrapped it around Sonic's leg. It took his full concentration since he didn't want to break his leg but he got there in the end. "See. All better now, eh?" Not bothering the clear up the mess in the bathroom, Brent took Sonic into the living room. Sitting on the sofa, he kept his new friend all warm and snuggley in his arms. Hedgehogs were awesome. [/style]   TAG: Hedgehog!Sebby/Sonic NOTES: asdfghjkl, lookie it's a sebby! OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

To be perfectly honest, Sebastian had no idea why he was a hedgehog. He’d been crossing the road, when a car seemed to come hurtling out of nowhere. Sebastian didn’t like cars. They moved too quickly to be at all sensible, and the shapeshifter had no idea how some people were able to cross streets only half-aware of their surroundings. Anyway, his brain decided at some point during the period of time that he had a car driving straight at him that shifting at that point was necessary. Why it had to be a hedgehog, he didn’t know. It worked for the most part, though. The car only hit his hind leg. Yes, it hurt, but he was alive. Which was surely the main thing.

Despite the throbbing pain in his back leg, Sebastian crawled to the edge to the road, hopefully out of the way from any further harm. The Italian simply led curled up for what he estimated was roughly an hour. He had no idea how is was going to get out of this mess. Therefore, he was extremely glad to see Brent pass by; unable to move, he attempted to call out. However, due to the fact that hedgehogs aren’t able to speak the English language, his efforts only resulted in loud, scream-like squeaks that reflected how useless he was in his current state. Luckily, it seemed to have the same effect, for Brent noticed him.

Sebastian squealed weakly in response to Brent’s query. Being lifted up was disconcerting, to say the least. Hedgehogs apparently didn’t like heights as the Italian felt rather light-headed- but then again, that may have just been the pain from his hind leg that was making his mind foggy. Despite the fact he was rather uncomfortable, he made no effort to struggle; he didn’t want to risk falling, and he had no energy to struggle anyway, even if he had felt like trying. The shapeshifter was glad Brent was careful holding him, because any extra pain probably would have been far too excruciating to survive. The nonsensical mumbles of the other man were rather comforting for Sebastian; they helped take his mind off the dull ache in his leg, a fact for which he was ever so thankful.

When Brent reached his house, he felt better almost instantly. The December weather outside had been wearing him down due to how cold it was; the contrast of the house seemed to defrost him slowly. The Italian hadn’t been paying much attention to where the young sprite was taking him, but being placed in the sink wasn’t exactly a surprise. It seemed like a sensible action, and should help. Water had always helped with wounds before, and Sebastian saw no reason why being a hedgehog should affect that.

The tap water was slightly heated, which assisted in warming Sebastian up. He was too tired to be affected by Brent cleaning him up. It wasn’t until he looked at the cotton ball being used to tidy him up that he noticed he was covered in blood. The ball was stained red, which wasn’t exactly surprising. The wound was very deep and nothing had been done about it for a long while, letting it bleed for a long, long period of time. He switched his gaze to Brent: even with the poor sight of a hedgehog, he was able to discern a worried expression on the young man’s face.

In silence, he watched Brent frown in concentration as he lifted Sebastian out of the basin onto a fluffy white towel located on the floor. If hedgehogs were able to smile, he would have done, but it probably would have more closely resembled a grimace. The warm water and cotton wool balls had helped immensely, but the Italian was still in agony, just a slightly lessened version. He continued staring when he saw Brent reach for a roll of bandages. Then, he closed his eyes, in the useless hope that that would make the pain easier to deal with. The shapeshifter found himself drifting in and out of consciousness, but whether it was due to the extreme fatigue he felt or due to the affliction in his back leg, he couldn’t be certain. Sebastian was aware that the fire sprite was doing his best, but it still hurt. A lot.

Sebastian sighed in relief when Brent stopped fiddling with his leg. He’d grown accustomed to being picked up by now, so being rested in the sprite’s arms was normal now. Still, when the other man sat down in the living room, the Italian sighed contentedly. Apparently hedgehogs could sigh. Hopefully now, with his leg bandaged up, he’d be able to rest properly.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Hey, did Sonic just sigh? Brent never even knew that hedgehogs could sigh up until now but it was extremely adorable... and, speaking of adorableness, he was seriously getting concerned about Sebastian's whereabouts now (not that he was saying the situation was adorable, he meant the man himself was). He should be around to cook Brent some weird but delicious Italian food or preferably curry but, no, there was still no sign of him. It was a shame he didn't have a mobile either so Brent could call him or spam him with annoying text messages. That was always fun. Oh and now he'd been reminded of Tumblr too and his laptop was all the way over in the bedroom and Brent was both comfy and trying to be a good doctor to Sonic. This wasn't fair. Compromising, Brent pulled out his phone and took a picture of the hedgehog on his chest and posted it to Tumblr on his phone with the caption 'saved another life today you may now call me the hedgehog whisperer or god pREFERABLY BOTH'. It took ages though and the screen was too small for him to stare at pictures so he soon got fed up with it and, in a typical Brent fashion, dozed off. Sonic would survive without him for a few minutes - or hours. [/style]   TAG: Hedgehog!Sebby/Sonic NOTES: asdfghjkl, lookie it's a sebby! OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian liked lying in Brent’s arms. They really were warm. And lovely. But, apparently, even hedgehogs with only 3 working legs got uncomfortable. His limbs started aching, which he supposed was to do with the fact that he’d been led in the same position for well over an hour. Hesitantly, he dragged himself off Brent’s palm, careful not to put any pressure on his injured limb. This resulted in him falling to the floor, with a squeak that certainly sounded loud in his ears. The fall had caused him to involuntarily roll into a ball, the way that hedgehogs do.

While Sebastian was lying there, it occurred to him that his aching legs could be a sign that he was shifting back. The Italian thought it was rather unlikely that he’d be turning back quite yet, simply because it usually took him far longer than a couple of hours to return to his human form on the rare occasions he did shift. The man saw no reason it couldn’t be the case, though. He didn’t know. It could have been a sign he was gaining more control over his abilities, for all he knew.

As it turned out, the aching was related to him shifting. Sebastian led there, letting himself shift back slowly. Yes, the fact that he’d shift back naked made him rather selfconscious, but it wasn’t like Brent would see or anything. Judging by the way he was snoring, it didn’t sound like the fire sprite was planning on waking up any time soon. The bandage around his leg ripped as he turned back, causing the cuts and slashes- which looked a lot worse now he was human- to start bleeding freely again.

Clothes were Sebastian’s top priority. Indeed, looking after his leg probably should have been, but having no clothes on made him more uncomfortable than the fact he was bleeding everywhere. The few clothes he owned were in Brent’s room; he tended to wear the fire sprite’s clothes but had recently bought a few of his own. Standing up was out of the question; when the shapeshifter attempted it, the pain it caused was excruciating. He crawled instead, putting all of his weight on three of his limbs. The Italian hoped the blood trail he was leaving behind could be washed out of the carpet, because he didn’t want the landlady finding out. From what Brent had told Sebastian, he had the image that she was horrible and would attempt to kill you if one single foot was placed out of line. He’d prefer to stay alive, thank you very much.

Crawling really was tiring. How Sebastian had managed it when he was a baby, he didn’t know, but he had. All babies managed it. It must have been one of those things that no-one was able to explain. How interesting. Well, Sebastian certainly never wanted to crawl again. Especially with only three limbs that were useful. It wasn’t that enjoyable, and leaving a trail of blood wasn’t something he planned on doing again either. Despite his original plans of getting dressed and attending to his leg, Sebastian wanted to simply climb into Brent’s bad and go to sleep. So he did. The bed smelled of Brent, and Brent smelled nice, so the scent was lovely. The one thing the shapeshifter did regret was the fact he was getting blood all over the blanket. Oh, well. He’d buy Brent a new duvet. Maybe for an early Christmas present. Or just for a ‘thanks for letting me live in your flat’ gift. Sebastian was generous like that.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   When Brent finally woke up after a pretty peaceful sleep, he had the feeling that something was really wrong. And... where was his hedgehog? Shit. Had he lost Sonic already? Brent was glad that he wasn't a real vet, every animal he looked after would either die or get lost... or both. Wait. Wait wait wait wait. There was blood. A trail of blood. More blood than Brent thought one little hedgehog could contain. Unless it was a magical hedgehog but if that were the case then surely it would be able to heal itself? He'd have to look around and see where Sonic has disappeared to... hopefully he was alright. Brent was starting to get quite scared now so actually bothered to stand up and follow the trail of blood that would (fingers crossed) lead him to Sonic. The scarlet droplets went all the way to Brent's bedroom, where he found... Sebastian. Huh? He was now officially confused... woah, okay, this wasn't just Sebastian this was naked, bleeding, unconscious/possibly dead Sebastian. Not good. Really, really not good. Man, what if Sebastian was Sonic? That made sense. God. Blood. Lots of blood. "Fuck. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck." he muttered, trying and failing to keep calm. Okay, Sebastian looked as if he were breathing. Breathing was good. Brent liked breathing. Doing a nervous hoppity-dance thing from one for to the other, Brent considered what to do next. Well, wake him up would be good, wouldn't it? And then get him some clothes and attempt to re-bandage his wound. He could do this. If he stayed calm. Staying calm being Brent's main objective here. "Sebby. You better wake up. That would be nice... really nice, y'know." Brent crept closer, leaning over the bed and anxiously poking Sebastian's neck. [/style]   TAG: Hedgehog!Sebby/Sonic NOTES: asdfghjkl, lookie it's a sebby! OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp