square up !

     “Hmm…” Sonic yawns and busies himself by itching the inside of his ear, uninterested in Knuckles’ adamant demand to brawl.

     “Vacation?” He asks, cracking open one eye to look at him. “No thanks! Who needs one when you’re constantly running around the world anyway?” A big stretch follows, and it’s… kind of a miracle that he doesn’t lose his balance. That pillar is not very big. “I can visit anywhere, anytime — including here.”

     Sonic quickly sits upright with his legs crossed. “You know… if y’ want something from someone, you should try saying please.”

          “I’m not in the business of asking trespassers nicely.” He scoffs, arms bunching at his chest. 

          While the statement may have been true, he didn’t view Sonic as a trespasser, as such. It would take an awful lot to get him to admit it, but the hedgehog’s company was often welcome -- as long as he wasn’t trailing danger behind him. The island, despite its many graces, was a lonely place; lingering ghosts and etched memories serving as Knuckles’ most reliable companions. A break in the form of his rival-turned-friend was a pleasant (but irritating) change of pace.

     Oh, are they doing this? Now? Sonic made his way up to Angel Island for a visit, sure, but… well, nevermind. Who is he kidding? A fight is 100% what he was expecting.

     From his perch atop one of the shrine’s many pillars, Sonic crosses his legs and responds with a shrug so nonchalant. “Take you on?” He asks. “What’s the rush? We can sit back, relax, and enjoy the weather.” … er, the weather that’s cold and dreary. Leave it to him to try and find the joy in that.

          “Tch. Just sounds like you’re afraid of losing, to me!” Fists stay balled tight, sharp teeth glinting from behind a wide grin.

         His eyes don’t move from Sonic’s position up high, trained to watch for that ever-so-dismissive body language; the tapping of his toe against the air, ears swivelling to listen without his gaze following -- it was all there. If it was possible to feel one’s blood pressure rise from a sight alone, this would do it.

“…”

He’s blinking and staring for at least a minute. Wait, he’s really buying this? The echidna thinks HE is actually Mario? Does he even know about the video game character? 

…

You know what, this works for him too. If the echidna didn’t brought up Mr. Tinker, the skunk most likely wouldn’t have got that idea. Yeah, sure. He can act like Mario for today - let’s see how long Rough can fool him. Although he is also a terrible actor.

“Naaaah, name’s Mario. Y’know, your local friendly plumber who rescues princesses? Just-a been lookin’ for my brother, Luigi, is all.” 

          It’s alright, Rough didn’t need to be a particularly good actor; while Knuckles’ intentions were good, they often times led to his infamous gullibility. He was simply taking what he was told at face value -- and all he saw was another seemingly suspicious case of amnesia. Though Knuckles was still somewhat apprehensive to believe the other, he knew he needed to keep him away from any Empire henchmen, before he got shocked back into his old ways.

“Ahem. Sir, it’s-a no crime to just-a go walkin’ around! Nothing wrong with-a nice evening stroll. Izza me, Mario, after all!”

Is he really thinking the hat, mustache, clothes and italian accent is gonna do trick? Apparently so. He missed halloween, let him have this.

     “Don’t hold your breath. I’m a working hedgehog who needs a steady income, and Doc don’t seem the type t’ give out Christmas bonuses.” /s

ah crap its knucklehead

good morning folks! hope everyone is doin good i doodled my knux’s design last night and i wanted to share it w/ you all! (please don’t rb it, i put it under the cut q__q ♥)

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