rage-reloaded:
Well, that wasn’t something you saw every day. Then again, Speed’s seen plenty of odd things in his career. Honestly though, a strange talking critter falling out of the trees couldn’t possibly compare to what happened over in Three Hawks Town. Nothing could surprise him now.
【➎】》 ❝ Looks like that fall didn’t do too much to ya. ❞
He slowly approached the other, crouching down to be more at his level. He took the driver’s glove off of his hand and extended it to the other.
【➎】》 ❝ My name’s Speed. You need any help little guy? Got a home to go to? ❞
Sunny’s ears drooped. Sonic was gonna roast him for his terrible stealth skills for sure this time. Maybe he should wear an eyepatch on his left eye or something while sneaking around? Nah, too much effort to through.
He absently dug into his long, soft quills, pulled out a twig, and tossed it to the side.
“I’m Sunny Wachowski, and I’m okay. I live in Green Hills with my family.”
He grabbed onto Speed’s hand with his own bare hand though, the dim glow of his birthmark sort of illuminating a bit.
“I heard the sound of your car while on a snack run so I wanted to see what was goin’ on.”
He was so curious that he forgot to get snacks. Whoopsie.











