Well the four year old could give him some points for trying, but she still sat on the crate outside the base with her heels tapping against it every time she kicked her feet and fixed the blue hero with a smug expression. If there was one thing that Harmony was, it was that she was pretty good at putting two and two together and knew how anxiousness worked with her.

     “Daddy says dat’s a load a whoeey fer drinking too much soda.” The reason she never drank a lot of it was because her father wanted her to have a healthy diet and she snubbed her nose at the sugary flavored ones. “But Daddy says when somebody’s up really late, Dey got stuff on deir mind dat makes it hard fer ‘em ta sleep.”

Going  easy  on  him ?  That  twists  a  smile     of  sorts  onto  the  dark  hedgehog’s  muzzle  and  if  not  for  a  lot  of  self  control  he  MIGHT  HAVE   laughed  out  loud.  Thankfully  however  a  sneer  rises  up  to  take  its place  instead.  ❝  Don’t  make  me  laugh !  ❞   Its  a  fair  warning,  honestly ━ hes  a  little  out  of  practise  to  put  it  one  way  and  to  put  it  another  he  DOESN’T   SEEM   to  know  how  to  laugh  without  sounding. . .  Unstable  which  was  quite  frankly  why  no one  had  the  misfortune  of  hearing  it  while  he  could  help  it,  but  oh  boy  had  Sonic  COME  CLOSE  with  that  one. 

He  regards  what  the  other  hedgehog  has  to  say  with  obvious interest.  Its  a  good  story  and  one  that  he  somewhat  recognises.  The  knights  of  the  ROUND  TABLE,  yeah  hes  definitely  heard  of  those  tales  once  or  twice  before.  He  seems pleased  by  the  idea  that  some  alternate  version  of  him  took  on  the  role  of  Lancelot.  He  can’t  explain  why  exactly  but  HIS  SKILL  with  weaponry  is  exemplary  and  so  hes  glad  these  swords  are  only  plastic  given  the precision  that  seems  so  ingrained  into  his  being.  Hes  been  making  sure  to  aim  for  the  plastic  of  Sonic’s  sword  rather  than  the  WEAK  POINTS   of  his  soft,  furry  blue  body  like  his  instinct demands.   ❝   I  believe  I’ve  read  about  that.  Lancelot  was  considered  the  greatest  swordsman  of  the  age. ❞  with  a  fanciful  twirl  of  his  sword   HE  READIES  it  for  another  round  and  a  final  smug  comment.  ❝  Fitting.  ❞  

overcame with joy, she attempt to cover her blush on her freckled cheeks but, it slips through the cracks of her fingers.“aw, thank you sonic! but personally, you should be saying that to yourself. i mean, you’re a hero and a great friend on top of that.” she couldn’t help but chuckle towards her friend, holding his hand.  “i don’t know where i’d be without you. i truly mean it; you’re amazing.”

Send “Wrong Number!” For a completely out of context text from my muse!

[text]: no fuck off

[text]: just tell me what it means for once

[text]: please ?

[text]: i don’t have time to look up the meaning of memes