> *Diz is sleeping on his couch again. He's been doing this since the day he got his first place. It saves space, but it gives him headaches the day after... Oh well. His TV is idling, using that bouncing screensaver with the TV logo on it. It's been like this for 14 hours, 15 minutes after he fell asleep. Other than that, everything's completely normal...*
### ---
> *A knock is heard on the door, followed by what seems like feet shuffling away from the door.*
> *The buzzer rings shortly after the steps are heard departing, which wakes Miles up.*
### Miles Prower
> "gah- mmh- in a MINUTE!" *he shouts across the room, crawling out of bed and up to let whatever's out there in.* "and this late, too... what happened to calling first."
> *...After a while, nobody's appeared at the door, so he goes to check out in the hallway.*
> *It's a package, adressed to little ol' Diz himself.* "Oh, my package. I've been waiting for this..." *he says, nabbing the package and shutting the door behind him.* "...wonder which order it is." *He grabs a nearby knife... stopping after he picks it up. He observes it... there's a little bit of blood on the edge.* "...oh. right. Wrong knife." *He takes a detour into his kitchen, to get another, cleaner knife. Then, he cuts the tape with said knife, opening up the box.*
> *It's a box of donuts, with a note on top of it. The address line says "Miles Prower, 14th b." and the return address reads "Silver". Upon seeing the note, he smirks.* "Well, this isn't my order, that's for sure. And it's from Silver... this'll be somethin'." *Miles takes the box with him into the living room/bedroom, taking out the box of donuts, throwing the package container behind the couch, and detaching the note from the donuts.*
> *He opens up the note, reading it.*
### Silver Blure
> "*Hey, Tails, I sincerely hope you're really alive and well while reading this. This box of donuts is for you, sir. I'm so thankful you've been found alive. Your willingness to end it all was truly depressing to hear... if only I could have helped you more during those times. I hope you're doing better right now, seriously. So, I got you these donuts, and I've messaged your phone... if you're even still on it... an offer if you wanted to come over and hang out sometime so hopefully, we can... talk it out. It's so nice to have you back, I seriously thought you'd be gone for good... Please get back to me any way you can, no matter the method. And if you can't... well, so be it. At least this message reached you well, if you're reading this.*
> *Your dearest manager and friend,*
> *- Silver*"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles sits back, smiling.* "...okay, wow- maybe I should text him. He clearly does miss me." *He opens the donut box, taking out a donut and biting it.*
> *Tails then takes out his phone, one-handed messaging Silver back.*
> "*silv hey im alive and im eating one of your donuts hahah*"
### Silver Blure
> "Oh my god Miles you really are alive"
> "Or wait. are you"
> "Please tell me this is real. video call me right now. "
### Miles Prower
> "*yeah yeah calm your ass silver im figuring that shit out*"
> "*how do i video call on this godforsaken thing ffs*"
### Silver Blure
> "Theres a button on the top left click that it will ask you what. you want to use click FaceTime"
### Miles Prower
> "*which button on the left. the box one?*"
### Silver Blure
> "What"
### Miles Prower
> "*the box one. the one that looks like a box with a beam of light shooting out of it*"
### Silver Blure
> "Yesthat one"
### Miles Prower
> "*ok*"
-- Later --
### Miles Prower
> *Diz sighs, standing up and setting the donuts on the kitchen counter. He then collapses back on the couch, really tired.*
> *Overall, tonight was great. Diz got some donuts, he had someone truly care for him in what felt like... months... and he got to see his job manager and super close friend, Silver again.*
> *Miles and Silver were very close friends. Before the incident, Miles had a huge crush on Silver when they were hanging out. On the job, their closeness was kept more on the down-low. But Miles truly had feelings for Silver... but his other feelings were more powerful, resulting in the incident that we all know.*
> *Now, Miles feels slight comfort near Silver, although.. not really anything more than cool friendliness... but to regain that love for Silver, they'd need to be around each other once again. That will happen soon enough...*
> *Diz eventually falls back asleep, smiling while doing so... Thinking about how someone truly cared for him when he was struggling warmed him inside.*
> *It's the middle of the day. The light from the window hits Miles' body and face, which... is going directly in his eyes. Morning light, duh... it's so bright, it'll hurt your eyes. Miles wakes up, shielding his eyes from the light, mumbling and getting up to close the blinds.*
> "...oh, god damn it- i should have closed these damn things-" *He opens his eyes, stretching and itching his back, also yawning.*
> "...my god, how long did I sleep?" *He begins to walk over to the kitchen, thinking of those donuts Silver sent.*
> "whatever. 'least I got these donuts." *Miles takes out his phone, checking the time. It's `8:21`. He decides to message Silver again.*
> "*silver*"
> "*yo are you awake*"
> *...Nothing back. Oh well. Miles takes a donut and heads back to the living room, still having his phone in hand. He sits back on the the couch and reads his past texts with Silver as he waits for a reply.*
> *Miles gets... really sad as he reads through these texts. Of course, he liked Silver, but in his texts, he really didn't have anything to him at all, other than mild annoyance, like a "why are you texting me" annoyance. It made Miles think that maybe he had the wrong attitude towards Silver this whole time.*
### Silver Blure
> "Yeah I am. Are you"
### ---
> *Well, Silver replied. Miles quickly scrolled back to the end of the conversation, typing.*
### Miles Prower
> "*mhm. i just woke up. thx for the donuts dude*"
### Silver Blure
> "No problem lol"
> "Do you have any free time right now"
### Miles Prower
> "*uh, yeah. feel free to come over anytime my dude*"
> "mm. maybe you should have walked." *Miles silently remarks, curling back up, resting in Silver's lap.*
### Silver Blure
> "...ah-" *Silver reacts as Diz rests his head on his lap... but he gets used to it.* "...uhh, yeah, I should've. is it OK if I stay over for the night?" *Silver asks, modestly petting Miles as he slowly goes back to sleep.*
### Miles Prower
> "yeah, whatever's left of it. we can hang out... later today."
### Silver Blure
> "Sounds good... nighty-night."
### Miles Prower
> *Miles reaches for the TV remote, located on the coffee table nearby. He grabs it, turning the TV on and muting the volume.* "here you go. you can watch some tv if you want."
### Silver Blure
> "thanks, Miles." *Silver smiles, taking the TV remote. He turns the TV off and simply sleeps with Diz until the next day.*
> *Miles is rolled over on the floor, due to a mid-sleep fall that he surprisingly didn't wake up from. Silver's sleeping on the bed sideways, like a baby.*
> *Miles slowly gets up... bumping his head on the coffee table.*
> "Ow! damn it-" *He pushes away the coffee table, standing up and looking down at Silver.*
> "...wow, he's really in it for the heavy sleep.*
### Silver Blure
> *Silver was in fact, snoring loudly while sleeping. The sun's in his eyes but literally nothing like that would seem to wake him up.*
### Miles Prower
> *Diz just pats Silver's head, walking over to the kitchen about to eat all of those donuts. He opens the fridge, which is endlessly empty, except for the donut box placed directly in the center. He opens it and grabs two donuts.*
> *He returns to the kitchen, setting a donut on the coffee table and poking Silver.*
> "Yo. Silver. Dude. Wake up."
### Silver Blure
> "mmgh- Miles- whhat is it-?" *Silver mumbles, like he wasn't snoring like hell before. He itches his head, sitting up.*
### Miles Prower
> *Miles hands Silver a donut.* "Here you go. You can have it."
### Silver Blure
> "Oh, thank you- but- no thanks... They're for you, y'know. If I wanted a donut, I would have ordered it with the box." *Silver politely declines, and he looks into Miles' eyes. It's obvious he's insisting that Silver takes the donut.*
### Miles Prower
> "Take it. I've been trying to restrain myself from eating too much, so this is for you. Have a donut, dude."
### Silver Blure
> "...I... okay." *Silver takes the donut, taking a nibble.* "...wow, these are good-"
### Miles Prower
> "Aren't they? They're really good." *Miles sits next to Silver, eating his own donut.*
### Silver Blure
> "Yeah- wow- maybe I should have gotten some for myself-" *Silver wolfs down his donut in seconds, laying back on the couch and exhaling.*
### Miles Prower
> "...you ate that fast. Were you trying to hide the donut from somebody?" *Miles teases, poking at Silver.*
### Silver Blure
> "yep. Hiding them from you."
### Miles Prower
> "...y'know, we could just- go to the donut place you got these from. You don't have to eat my donuts." *he says, also laying back soon enough.*
### Silver Blure
> "Yeah, but there's already donuts here-" *Silver whines sarcastically.*
### Miles Prower
> *Miles sighs.* "I don't care... at least you give us most of the cut." *Miles stands up, grabbing his wallet off of the coffee table, taking out some money from it.* "Let's go. It shouldn't be too far, right?"
### Silver Blure
> "Mhm! It's only a block away from my house. You know where my house is, right?"
### Miles Prower
> "Uh... nope. I forgot."
### Silver Blure
> "...Oh- OK. Your phone has the directions, right?"
### Miles Prower
> "I don't use... my phone... for navigation, Silver."
### Silver Blure
> "...oh. Well, uh, that's OK! That's fine. I know where my house is."
### Miles Prower
> "Because it's your house?" *Miles sneers.*
### Silver Blure
> "...yeah? That's... whatever-" *Silver paces over to the door, waiting patiently for Miles to get his stuff together.*
### Miles Prower
> *Miles grabs his wallet, keycard, and phone.* "Alright, go on, let's go."
### Silver Blure
> *Silver bursts through the door, Miles in tow. He rushes down the stairs, not waiting for Miles at all.*
### Miles Prower
> *scoff* "Silver, wait up, dumbass-"
-- Later --
### Miles Prower
> *Miles and Silver return, with two boxes of donuts in each of their arms. Four boxes of donuts, two little dudes who are probably not going to eat them all. Miles sets his box on the counter, while Silver sets his box on the coffee table in the living room.*
### Silver Blure
> "Whew... finally here... I'm so hungry-"
### Miles Prower
> "Hold your horses, Silver... we're not just gonna stuff ourselves with donuts for the entire day..."
### Silver Blure
> "Then why did we get *four boxes..?* I'm pretty sure we're not gonna be able to eat them all before they get stale-"
### Miles Prower
> "Well, maybe I *like* stale donuts, Silver."
### Silver Blure
> "...you do you, then..."
### Miles Prower
> *Later in the day, the two are huddled on the couch, sharing a blanket. They're watching funny stuff on the TV, while the second donut box is open.*
> *Miles grabs a donut from the box, and Silver rips it in half for both of them to share. They've been doing this for the whole hour or two.*
### Silver Blure
> *Silver cuddles tightly with Miles, beginning to doze off.*
### Miles Prower
> "Woah- dude- what are you doing-" *Miles says, a bit shocked by Silver's move.* "You good-? Are... you tired?"
### Silver Blure
> "yeah- sorry."
### Miles Prower
> "N-no, it's OK. It's OK, Silv." *Miles lays back, cuddling with Silver, just like he did himself.*
### Silver Blure
> "...should we close the donut box?" *Silver asks.*
### Miles Prower
> "nah. I like stale donuts~"
### Silver Blure
> "...OK, then... nevermind."
### ---
> *Oh yeah. By the way, they end up dozing off, until next morning.*
> *It's been 2 days. Silver's left, in order to go to work. Miles is alone, watching TV again. He sighs, thinking of Silver... what a cool little guy. It's midnight, and Miles is still up despite how late it is. His sleep schedule is gruesomely messed up...*
> *He's watching romance comedies. Rom-coms. The real saucy ones. He's watching the characters' dynamics closely, thinking if him and Silver match any singly one of them...*
> *Miles feels a bit lonely without Silver, though. It's like his only motivation is that cool little hedgehog. But alas, Silver's not here to keep him company... and Miles doesn't have his job anymore, due to "the incident". He's here, living off of unemployment, and hoping to God he doesn't die before he's finally able to do something about his work status.*
> *In the rom-com, there's a nice couple Miles has been focused on for the longest time. The woman's name: Marissa. The man's name?* ***Miles.*** *He's been focused on the two since the first episode. Miles ticks all of the boxes for himself... lazy, fat (at least, for Mobian standards), and kind of awkward. Miles is a guy who's desperate for anything life has to give him, and maybe Marissa could be the thing he's been begging for. Marissa, she reflects Silver nicely as well. She's timid, and kind of the submissive type, but she'd definitely tell Miles to get up and go take an opportunity if he was about to miss one. Miles and Marissa don't live together, but their love is regardless of distance.*
> *Miles (Tails) has been trying to find answers from the show, to some avail. He's been thinking about his sexuality, and where he's at. Is he truly in* ***love*** *with Silver? Or is this just a silly friendship thing? He's been trying to piece together this puzzle of himself ever since he started watching... if he actually loves Silver the way Show Miles loves Marissa.*
> *But who knows... it could be a whole dumb thing. Just another plant in the farm of friendship. Love is dumb, and Miles (Tails) is very knowing of the fact that it's stupid. But with Silver, it's not dumb...*
> *Miles is a bit shocked with the hug, but he tries to keep his composure nonetheless.* "Erm- would you mind... sitting down for this?" *Miles says, closing the door and locking it, before heading to the couch to sit. His heart pounds, and tensions are quite high.*
### Silver Blure
> "Er... it's.no problem at all." *Silver sits down at the couch. They share a tense moment of silence, as Miles' awkwardness keeps him at bay.*
> "So... uh. *ahem*. What is it you want to tell me?"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles continues to sit in silence. Pressure is building.*
### Silver Blure
> "...Miles? Are you there?" *Silver waves a hand in front of Miles' face.*
### Miles Prower
> "I'm so sorry-" *Miles replies, burying his face.* "god damn it, I should have prepared for this better-"
### Silver Blure
> "...uh-"
### Miles Prower
> "...Silver, you, uh... you know the stuff we've been doing since we... first met?" *Miles quietly says. Silver leans in to hear.* "Y'know... the gay stuff-?"
### Silver Blure
> "Erm... uh-huh, yeah."
### Miles Prower
> *Miles falls into dead silence again. Silver sighs, trying to guess.*
### Silver Blure
> "Miles... are you trying to say you like me or somethin'? I've never seen you get this... red-faced."
> *Silver pats Miles' back, tilting up his head.*
### Miles Prower
> "...uh... hhh..." *Miles' heart pounds. He looks up at Silver, directly in his eyes. That damn sincere look of his... shit, he truly actually cares. Miles slowly guides into a hug, breaking into tears.* "...yeah- i'll be honest, I've liked you this whole time-"
### Silver Blure
> "oh, my God- I... I knew it this whole time, but I didn't know if it was a joke or not- Miles, you're cute, and you're a good guy... right,"
> *Silver thinks.* "And... and I'll be honest, you haven't been all secret with being gay for me. I've had my theories, but here you are." *Silver smiles, tilting up Miles' head again.* "I like you too, dude. Of course I would. You're the sweetest guy I know. You might have your flaws, but christ you're just so lovable. So... the feelings are mutual, Miles."
### Miles Prower
> *Miles looks up at Silver, tears in his eyes.* "...mutual... wow... I don't know how to feel- honestly, I thought I would just fall on my back with this... but mutual feelings."
### Silver Blure
> *Silver pats Miles on the head, while Miles pulls them both into a hug. A hug that marks an event for the ages.*
> *Miles wakes up to his phone ringing. He stretches, itching his head.* "who the hell..." *He looks to his phone, which displays the name "Silver".*
> "...oh, it's Silver." *Miles sighs, grabbing the phone and picking up the call.*
> "Miles here, what d'ya need?"
### Silver Blure
> "Oh, hi- I was just checking on you since yesterday. You OK?"
### Miles Prower
> "...how much times have you tried to call me?"
### Silver Blure
> "...Ten times."
### Miles Prower
> "ok... well, I just woke up, so calm yourself. I would definitely have called you when I actually woke up. Anyway, I'm fine. You can stop calling..."
### Silver Blure
> "Allright, I will. 'cause at least you picked up. Have a nice day, Miles."
### Miles Prower
> "...I won't forget to..." *Miles hangs up, setting down the phone, sitting up, and rubbing his eyes.*
> *Silver and Miles are sitting at a table, next to each other. They both have vanilla cups with sprinkles and Generic Name Brand Cinnamon Squares atop the mounds of cold. They're having a chat about love and... relationships.*
### Silver Blure
> "So like... how *do* you like being treated in a relationship-?"
### Miles Prower
> "uhh... i'm not sure. just... uhh. don't be a jerk? i guess?"
### Silver Blure
> "Of course, dude. No matter what, I'll let ya keep yer dignity."
### Miles Prower
> "thanks, Silv... y'know, you're a really great dude. that makes me happy."
### Silver Blure
> "Aww... Ditto, Miles. I like you cus you're just so sweet."
### Miles Prower
> "hah- okay, then. love you too, man."
> *Silver and Miles look at each other. Miles gets flustered, looking directly into Silver's eyes. He looks away, blushing profusely. Silver takes notice, chuckling a little as he pats Miles' head.*
### Silver Blure
> *Silver sighs.* "D'ya wanna take this to my house? It's not too far."
### Miles Prower
> "of course it's not too far, you live in the most urban place I know."
### Silver Blure
> "Haha... yeah."
> *They both get up, taking their ice cream with them on the road. They exit the shop, heading almost immediately in the direction of Silver's house.*
> "...how come i've never been to your house in the years we've known each other?"
### Silver Blure
> "You were too busy workin' after six to come with. I would've been happy to show you around, but it's fine."
### Miles Prower
> "ah, those days. remember when i worked for you instead of dating you?"
### Silver Blure
> "I recall you were still gay back then, too?"
### Miles Prower
> "i've always been gay. it's... just a part of me. i've always liked boys... them and their nice bodies... and they can be so sweet but rugged sometimes..."
### Silver Blure
> *Silver raises an eyebrow.* "...Like who?"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles looks directly at Silver, with no hesitation.* "You know *exactly* who, Silv." *Miles comes closer to Silver.* "c'mon... nice bod, sweet personality..."
### Silver Blure
> *Silver gets a bit flustered, put in an awkward situation with Miles' distance. He tries not to freak out, though.*
### Miles Prower
> *Miles sighs.* "you're perfect. and ripe for loving!"
### Silver Blure
> *Silver smiles, calming down a bit.* "...ah- well, thank you Miles-"
### Miles Prower
> "no need. it just comes pre-packaged, right?"
### Silver Blure
> *Silver buries his face in his hands, mostly in embarrassment.* "oh my God- you smooth asshole--"
### Miles Prower
> "hah- anyway, do you have any tv in here?"
### Silver Blure
> "Uhh, yeah. it's in the living room! May I show you?"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles nods.* "lead the way, silv."
### ---
> *Miles and Silver sit down on the couch, cuddling close. Silver passes the remote to Miles, who turns on the TV and looks towards Silver.*
### Miles Prower
> "hey, what do you wanna watch-?"
### Silver Blure
> "Uh, I dunno. You're the guest, man."
### Miles Prower
> *Miles sighs, a bit tired, like always.* "...well, OK. i've been watching this one show, it's a, uh, romance comedy. it's called 'stupid love'. have you ever heard of it?"
### Silver Blure
> "Uh, no, I haven't. Is it good?"
### Miles Prower
> "It was good enough to make me confess my love to you, Silv. It's... definitely relatable."
### Silver Blure
> "Oh! Wait, really? No way."
### Miles Prower
> *Miles shakes his head.* "yes way. it's why we're here, now. it's also why I can do..."
### Silver Blure
> "do what--"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles lifts himself up to face level with Silver, wrapping his arms around Silv.* "this."
### Silver Blure
> *Silver gets REALLY flustered, but allows it to happen. He gets close to Miles, holding his sides and straight-up kissing him. They peck for a small bit, before Silver deems it a bit too embarrassing and pulls back, covering his face.*
### Miles Prower
> "...uh- Silver-?"
### Silver Blure
> "oh my God oh myGodohmygod- Miiiiiles-"
### Miles Prower
> "...was it good?"
### Silver Blure
> *Silver nods furiously, still looking away from Miles.*
> *Miles wakes up, later than* **ever**. *It seems he overslept.*
> *He looks to where Silver was in the bed. He's gone. So, Miles stretches and checks his phone.*
> *He has a text from Silver, which is a list of all of the things he has to do for Jan.*
### Silver Blure
> "Heya, Miles! I noticed you overslept, so I'd figure that I could just text you what I would need you to do with my cat.
> You should definitely feed her. She gets... really angry without her food, as most cats do. She's probably already meowing at you from the foot of the bed right now.
> I've checked her litter for you, so that shouldn't be a thing you have to do.
> Also, you should definitely absolutely pet her every once in a while. It'll be easy, because she'll yell at you when the time comes.
> Alright, love you, Miles. See you after work! :]"
### Miles Prower
> *Miles gets up out of bed to feed Silver's cat. He sees her, looking up at him with a tilted head.*
> *She then walks up to him, meowing repeatedly, with the softest but most bossy meow you've ever heard.*
> "...this cat." *he says, almost regretfully.* "Do you want some food? Is that what you want?"
> *Miles follows her, looking to see what feeds that damn cat. It's pretty obvious though, because it's the box of wet cat food right next to her food bowl.*
> *He opens the box, seeing what seems like a billion cans of cat food. He grabs one off of the top, trying his best to open the can.*
> "Here you go, cat." *Miles remarks to the cat, who continues to meow at him, even swatting at his face with her paw.*
> *Miles dumps out the contents of the can onto the plate. He then looks at the empty can and wonders where the hell the residue goes.*
> *He looks around for the recycling bin- hell, even a trash can, trying to find some kind of thing to put the can in.*
> *After a long while, he finally finds the recycling bin marked with tape on its cupboard. Miles opens up the cupboard, throwing the can into the bin. He sighs, finally able to take a small break.
> *Miles lies on the couch, able to just doze off until Jan needs him.*
> // Quick style change: actions are no longer italic (starting now)
### Miles Prower
> Miles is in his garage, just trying to make something again, for the first time.
> He had found his old parts bin, from when he was a small boy. It was full of stuff, and slightly charred from the fire, yet still fully intact.
> It was in his garage, from when he moved into this new apartment after his parents' house burnt down. He had tried to salvage everything he could... including his parts bin, which he forgot about years after.
> Thinking about the incident, Miles then thought about his old room... about his old stuff. He had a workshop in his parents' garage. It was so expansive that they had to park outside, in the driveway.
> The whole thing could have been packed up in his parts bin- well, thankfully, most of it was already packed in there, but it required some time to do it from scratch. However, ever since the house burnt down, the only thing left was the stuff that was in his parts bin.
> Miles opened the parts bin, looking at everything inside. There were drills, a box of electronics, sorted well, some screwdrivers, hammers, a small welding kit, and two soldering irons, only one of them having a base station.
> But also... Miles saw an unmarked cardboard box in the corner of the bin. It piqued his interest, having him take it out gently.
> He pushed the bin away from the center of his workspace, putting the box where it was. The box was quite hefty, and shaking it softly suggested there was one big item, plus some other tiny tidbits in there.
### ---
> Just then, the garage door began to open up, natural light coming through.
> Behind it was Silver, with a cup of coffee in his right hand, and another positioned in mid-air, looking like it was being controlled with psychokinesis. He was just about to close the keypad that unlocks the garage door, looking at Miles with a smile.
### Miles Prower
> "Oh, it's just you. Hey, Silver." Miles says, his shock dying down.
### Silver Blure
> "Hi, I just thought I'd check on you. Thanks for telling me your garage's code." Silver walks over to Miles and his workspace, looking over everything.
### Miles Prower
> "I, uh, see you got me a coffee?" Miles said as he grabbed the floating cup of coffee out of the air. He drank from it, trying not to burn himself.
> "Ah- it's got some cream in it too. How'd you know?"
### Silver Blure
> "Remember, back when you worked at your old job, every time you clocked in for the morning, you'd come into my office and just start brewing coffee." *Silver laughs a little.* "I couldn't even be mad to be honest, I just thought it was funny you'd bring in your own ground packs as well."
### Miles Prower
> "To be entirely fair, it was the only way I thought I could use them."
### Silver Blure
> "Haha, true. Anyway, what do you have over here?" Silver observes the workspace. The cardboard box even catches his eye as well.
### Miles Prower
> "Oh, it's my old invention stuff." Miles says, putting his focus back on the cardboard box.
### Silver Blure
> "Nooo way! You found it??" Silver exclaims, excitedly. "That's so cool, I can't wait to see what you make! Like that spatula you gave me a couple of years ago!"
### Miles Prower
> Miles' stomach churns at the thought of that spatula. "Uh-huh, the spatula... great example of my work."
> Miles opes up the box, seeing what's inside. It's a yellow, tablet-like device, the name "Miles Electric" printed on the top.
> Miles gasps audibly, grinning because of what he had just found. It's one of the first times he actually... was happy.
> "Oh. Oh wow- I've finally found it... My old Miles Electric. It was in here this whole time!"
### Silver Blure
> "...your... huh? What's a Miles Electric?" Silver asks, obviously confused.
### Miles Prower
> "It was my old digital assistant device." Miles picks up the Miles Electric, trying to turn it on. "It's like... a cool buddy that helps me invent shit."
### ---
> The Miles Electric springs to life, its screen filling with green (and a little bit of orange). It displays the name "Miles Electric" in negative space, eventually booting back to what seems like a home screen.
> This discovery of an old device could definitely change Miles' life for the better... he just doesn't remember much about engineering.
### Silver Blure
> Silver checks out what's happening, seeing all of the fancy stuff Miles had programmed into the Miles Electric. Some of the stuff Silver didn't understand, but there was a clock on the screen, so that was a great starting point. "Woah! That's a lot of stuff I don't understand- Mind filling me in?"
### Miles Prower
> "Well, ehh, this device was really only meant to be understood by me. It is mine, after all. Sorry, dude."
### Silver Blure
> "Ahh, OK! That's fine. Still, that's really cool! When'd you make this?"
> "Wait, when you were *seven*?? Seven?? I'm calling shenanigans."
### Miles Prower
> "That's... fair? I don't believe it myself either. I'm kinda dumb right now. Y'know... I'm getting old."
> Miles sighs, searching through the menus of the Miles Electric. "But I definitely hope I can change my dumbassery. This could absolutely set my career."
> It is 8am, and Miles is sleeping on his couch, dreaming about his career.
> The re-discovery of the Miles Electric dances across his brain. In his dream, he's holding it, making a bunch of money as it makes a small and consistent beeping sound.
> The sound only gets louder...
### Silver Blure
> CALL FROM: Silver Blure
### Miles Prower
> Miles stretches, waking up to the horrible sound of his ringtone. Due to his phone's primitive software, this tone is the same exact tone as his alarm.
> He snatches it off of the coffee table, lying back and taking the call.
### Silver Blure
> "Miles? Hey, uh - hi! Happy December, haha- it's been long! I don't know if you... forgot, but we're dating, y'know?"
### Miles Prower
> "...Silver? Hi? I, uh... didn't forget - I think I might've accidentally, like, went into hibernation, or something..."
### Silver Blure
> "Oh, God, seriously? Miles, you're a member of society, not a wild Mobian. That explains why it's been so long since you last answered."
> "But Miles, I'm calling you now because, well, I'm no longer manager of the burger shop anymore - I got a new job, like... a month ago, and we're having a holiday party. Would you want to join?"
### Miles Prower
> "...Is this the first time you've called me, Silver?"
### Silver Blure
> No? I've called you many times before this. This is the first time you've picked up."
> ...You've missed so much, man. And I miss you. Please, wake up and come to the party. You'll have a good time, alright?"
### Miles Prower
> "Silver, I'm... so sorry- I... I'll come to the party. When, uh... when is--"
### Silver Blure
> "Oh! Uh- You're-- coming? I, uh, sorry, I'm just- it's- hah- it's today at 12. In the afternoon."
### Miles Prower
> "I'll... be sure to make it, alright. I promise you."
### Silver Blure
> "Alright, that's great! I miss you, and I love you dearly- see you soon..."
### Miles Prower
> "...love you too, man. I always will. See ya-"
> Miles hangs up the phone, geting up off of the couch. The first thing he should do is take a shower, but he isn't... too fond of water.
> Ever since the incident, Miles always gets a sting of horrible shame whenever he sees a pool of water, or if water touches him.
> However, he'll have to overcome his fear in order to take a shower.
> Not because he's a pony-loving pillow hugging recluse, but because of trauma.
> A month or three before the story began, Miles sought out nothing but the freeing spirit of death. Sure, he had good friends, and an OK job...
> ...but his mental health was dwindling, and his situation was more than dire.
> He took to the nearby beach, looking out into the cold horizon and the wavy shores.
> Then, taking a few steps forward, he met the edge of the tides. He looked back at the bright city, but wished nothing more.
>
>
>
### Miles Prower
> Miles snapped out of his flashback, looking up at the showerhead and sighing, sitting down on the stool in the shower. The surface felt cold upon his bare body, but he didn't flinch.
> He reached over the the faucet, taking a breather, and twisting it on.
> Cold water shocked his body, making him jump off of the stool in panic, falling upon the bathroom floor. He shivered, reaching over to the faucet and turning up the heat.
> He then waited, naked on the bathroom floor, for the water to warm up.
> "I hate this... so much... Why does it have to be this way... Why did I have to do all of that... fuck..."
> Miles reached out to touch the water, in order to feel the temperature. The second a droplet fell upon Miles' hand, he got sent back to the cold horizon of the beach...
> He shivered once again, flinging his hand away and backing up against the wall, waiting...
>
>
> Steam began to form from the shower. It soon hit Miles, making him look up and almost... cry... The steam seemed to remind him of good memories.
> It felt heavenly, and the warmth was like back when he was young, curled up upon his mother's fireplace. She had to read manuals to him as stories, but he never cherished those moments any less.
> His mom didn't actually mind, although she gave him a hard time about it. She simply enjoyed seeing her boy grow up... but now he's a tubby mess who can't even take a shower.
> Miles decides to test the waters again, due to the steam forming... He enters the shower, and...
> It feels amazing. The warm water hits his back, and each droplet brings back bold memories. Good memories... He stands, taking it all in... He'd never felt anything more beautiful in his entire life.
> At this point, he thought of Silver, and those he loved, as he applied the usual soap to his body. The fishy ocean smell that was ingrained into his coat disappears - not entirely, but it has for now.
> All of this reminiscing, and all of this... soap... on his bare body, he... gets an idea.
> Miles has not yet had sex... and Silver could be his... first? The thought exits his mind, he wouldn't want to think of it out of uncomfortability.
> ...but it comes back, and slowly becomes ever so more enticing of an idea. The setup is clear, and the payoff is huge. After the party, they could... hang out, and... do it.
> He's never actually had sex before, though... and he wouldn't want his first time to be a sloppy mess of confusion... so he simply puts off the thought until later, when he has time to learn.
> For now, though, this has been the best shower experience he's ever had, and he might never forget it.
