[ Five to ten minutes... Man. Good thing he has food to distract him, because sitting around doing nothing for that long would be torturous. Somehow, Sonic manages to survive, tapping his fingers on the counter and staring boredly up at the quasi-familiar sports game being played on one of the screens. Every time someone comes through the front flap, he swivels his head around to check for a black coat - and, lo and behold, one eventually comes through. His expression brightens, and he waves. ]
Sanda! Over here!
[ rather than a hedgehog, he's currently disguised as a human - a short teenage boy with a wild shock of blue hair and a caffeinated aura (despite the lack of any culpable beverages around him.) ]
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Sanda! Over here!
[ rather than a hedgehog, he's currently disguised as a human - a short teenage boy with a wild shock of blue hair and a caffeinated aura (despite the lack of any culpable beverages around him.) ]