This was probably dealing out an interesting cacophony just outside the door; random acts of violence to an orchestra interspersed with distressed cat noises. Sonic's own ears flatten from both sheepishness and the strain, and he picks up a blank music sheet.
Rip, crumple, crumple...
"Here, try these." He hands her the impromptu (and rather ironic) earplugs.
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Rip, crumple, crumple...
"Here, try these." He hands her the impromptu (and rather ironic) earplugs.