A creak echoed in the junk-filled room as Tails rose from his bed, which partially consisted of actual covers and the other of books and papers.
With the bags under his sleep-deprived eyes, it was obvious he had not slept much.
Strolling into the kitchen, he noticed a few odd things.
1. Sonic was sleeping on the counter, leaning over it and drooling. He was half standing, and flour was spilled across the floor.
2. On the kitchen table there was a perfectly made cake, shaped like a tube of lip-gloss.
"Sonic?" Tails made a confused face. Normally Sonic was a light sleeper, so he straightened up immediately. And whilst standing, he lost his motor control and flipped backwards.
Groaning, the blue hedgehog sat up. One ear was flopping down and the other was sticking straight up, covered with green frosting.
Eyes widening, he made up a quick response to the unspoken question hovering above their heads, "It's a long story?"
"WewereplayingtruthoirdareandKnucklesdaredmetomakeacakemodelofAmy'slipglosssoIdid."
Somehow, Tails understood, and started to chuckle.
Slowly, the chuckling turned into full-blown maniac laughter, and Tails fell over with his hands on his stomach.
His namesakes shaking and eyes glittering with devious hilarity, he recovered from his bout of laughter.
Sonic's ears were still positioned oddly, face as red as the cake's scarlet icing.
"Uh... They still don't think I can cook. I believe this will help, but I don't ever want to remember this."
"Neither do I."
Silence dawned.
"Let's cook samples of things and have them try them blindfolded."
"Sorry to bring you this news, but your an idiot."
"..."
(Note To Sonic's Self)
When having cake shoved into his mouth, Knuckles is not a happy person. Ever.
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