The Game Of Life

Disclaimer: I don't own any Sonic characters.

Smokestep: Sorry for the brief delay; didn't feel like writing. But as someone once typed, more reviews equals more motivation.

sonictailsbros: Well, that sub-plot will come into play in a few more chapters or so, and it's going to affect this story, believe it or not, even though this really doesn't have that much plot in general.

Up For Adoption

"You know," Tails murmured matter-of-factly, thoughtfully, as he rummaged through a too-empty bag for at this point in the game. "I'd never thought that when or if I had kids, they'd be adopted." Casting a mock-scornful look at Sonic, who glared back defiantly, he added, "But I suppose it's better than having a million kids within a year of marriage."

"At least my kids are the real deal," Sonic retorted, twirling the spinner. "They have my blood and everything. Of course they'll never be as fast as me," he continued, his smooth voice dripping in arrogance. Tails involuntarily rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, 'cause nobody is as fast as you, Sonic," he sarcastically agreed, fixing the hedgehog with a bold look. "Except, oh-I-don't-know *cough* Shadow *cough*," Tails pressed, knowingly pushing Sonic's buttons. Because heaven knows he hates nothing more than getting his speed dissed.

Sonic seethed, gritting his teeth heatedly. "His speed comes from those rocket-powered shoes of his; I'm practically built for speed."

Tails shook his head diplomatically. "I have to disagree with that, since your shoes were specifically designed to resist high friction, and that allows you to run at your full potential. At least, that's what you told me once."

Emerald eyes narrowed dangerously as they met Tails', before flicking away as the owner advanced his car to a blue space. "Touché. By the way, you owe me about a hundred-thousand more dollars," Sonic smugly remarked through a delighted grin as his annoyance at Tails' previous comment melted into satisfaction.

"Didn't you just sue me a turn ago?" Tails complained as he crossly handed his opponent the money, arms folded as Sonic gave him a slow nod, his triumphant smirk never breaking. "I hate you."

"Ditto."

Vote Sonic For President, He Has Chili Dogs

Tails couldn't help but to release a sigh at his brother's stupid comment. It didn't matter that he was a world-renowned hero; no one in their right mind would vote for him as president, or for any position in congress.

Just because a space tells you to, doesn't mean you should really run for congress.

"Tails, it doesn't matter what you think," Sonic said shrewdly. "It's what the people think, and I think I could become president if I wanted to. Matter of fact, I know I could."

Tails face-palmed, spinning the wheel with his free hand. "And tell me who would vote for a blue hedgehog," he mumbled exasperatedly through the fabric of his glove, Sonic barely catching the quiet demand.

"That's easy," he scoffed, "anyone who's ever heard of me would definitely want me as their president. Especially Amy," he sniffed dryly, sending Tails a mock-hurt glance, the latter ignoring him as he moved his car forward four spaces. "And I thought you would be more supportive of me."

"I know this is just my opinion, but I don't think chili dogs will win you the election," Tails grunted skeptically, his bright eyes glowing disappointedly as he read the text marked on the game space he had landed on. It would be a family cruise vacation, he irritably thought as thirty-five thousand dollars just disappeared from his fairly-loaded wallet.

"I still think I could win," Sonic persisted indignantly as he took his own turn, chanting under his breath for a seven, his stock number.

Tails' eyes narrowed disbelievingly. "The dark side had cookies, and they didn't win. You have chili dogs, and there's no way in chaos you would win. You'd just cause chaos."

"A good kind of chaos. Besides, chili dogs are way better than cookies anyway," Sonic argued in a defensive tone, before turning away to move his full-vehicle forward. "Hey Tails, guess what space I got!" he teased him in sing-song voice, smirking deviously.

Tails only needed one look at Sonic's crafty expression to know that he probably wouldn't like whatever it was. He didn't, if the dead-panned look and stony gaze adorning his face was anything to go by. "You've got . . . to be kidding me. Where are you going to put it?" he asked aloofly, turning his attention to an amused hedgehog.

Sonic shrugged, putting on a thoughtful expression. "The trunk, maybe?" he suggested mockingly, as Tails grumbled to himself halfheartedly 'How many stupid baby spaces are there on this board?'