#earthsalted

SWIPES at the top of his head as he passes under her tree.

Eldest Bro/Uncle Knux lifting both arms up with the tiny Knuxs hanging off them. Lift the kiddos!!

❝ knuckles. heyyy, knuckles. ❞ sonic taps knuckles on one shoulder a few times, then zips around front and leans in. ❝ hey, wake up. you liked baseball, huh? i thought of a new game; you’re legally obligated to try it with me. ❞

   “you ever tried grape juice?” the question comes off as a bit random, but they heard that the echidna was a huge fan of grapes. it was the only real way they knew how to start a conversation without feeling TOO awkward about it. last thing they’d need is getting on anyone’s bad side here, so ally is going with the safest route in regards to getting to know the residence in green hills.

   just sticking with what they know, and winging it from there.

     {➹} – THE HERO HAD HARDLY been surprised when his meeting with Knuckles had lead to a few, or a lot, of thrown punches. Some things really didn’t change from echidna to echidna, but the older hedgehog had taken the so called ‘invitation’ gracefully. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Arrow was always curious to see what alternates of his brother could do and, frankly, this one had been impressive. Enough that the hero was feeling a few stings of his own by the end, and yet there was a smile on his face as they sat there.

      While sparring always did put a certain pep in the accented hedgehog’s step, it also happened to work up an appetite, hence his question. And with it came the first sign this one may have been a little different than the Guardian back home – this one actually entertained the thought of mindless junk food. 

     “I think I can work with that,” he chuckled, standing and dusting himself off before offering a hand to the other with a grin. “My treat?”

she  felt  the  readings,  everything  pointed  to  earth.  to  green  acres, to  this  home.

hopefully  no  one  was  home.  the  bat  glided  down  the  stairs  looking  into  a  hallway  before  beginning  to  rifle  through  some  papers  on  the  coffee  table.

‘  if  i  hid  a  giant  emerald,  now  where  would  i  be...’  she  mused  in  a  sing-song  manner  aloud.

“don’t worry, not the same kind of robotnik.” which was a weird statement to say, but she felt like as of late it was becoming more and more frequently said. she had gone to an ice cream stand and the vendor was very familiar with her. Afterall, she helped his daughter get the medical care she needed, but she heard a familiar tone of anger and resentment that was said with her family’s name as of late. it was moments like these that she rather resented her cousin having created the chaos that he did, but one couldn’t control family unfortunately. which was why she turned around to address the remark and found....