Hugs (Sticks x Fixer)
Requested by SonicBoomFan4000
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"Hi Tails!"
The fox in question, Fixer, only let out a sigh and said to himself, "Not again…" Sticks squeezed his hand with a none-too-happy look at the villager, and said,
"Let's go to Mehburger." Fixer agreed, somewhat unenthusiastically, and Sticks led him away, chattering animatedly about some ideas for traps she had been working on. After a moment, Fixer could feel his lips twisting into a smile at Sticks' excitement. And then they reached the line in front of Mehburger and they proceeded to go and stand there…
"How are you doing, Tails?" And with a despaired look he then turned around to face another villager, who stood behind them in the line and waved at him. "Fine, but I'm not-"
"Tails?" And then another villager appeared. "I was just looking for you! Think you could fix my mixer sometime?"
"Actually I'm not-" Fixer began again, irritation creeping into his voice, and then yet another villager interrupted him. He let out a groan, but then someone grabbed his hand, and looking up he saw it was Sticks. She proceeded to drag him away from the crowd, but was stopped by another villager.
"Nothing to see here!" She then proclaimed. "And I'm sure you left your fridge unsupervised – who knows what could be happening to it?" The villager flinched back and blinked at her with an incredulous stare, but then Sticks and Fixer had already started walking again…
Fixer let out a miserable sigh where he sat on the floor next to… something (it was brown and slightly vibrating)… and fiddled with his sports-tape. After a moment Sticks flopped down on the floor next to him, and announced curtly, "They're all dimwits."
He mumbled something incoherent as an answer.
"Yeah?" Asked Sticks, turning to him.
And he just threw up his hands and said angrily, "Are they colourblind? I look nothing like him!" At Sticks' look he then hissed, "Okay, maybe a little bit. But still-!" He hid his face in his hands and said a bit muffled, "It's just so – so…"
He stopped talking when Sticks put her arms around him, and then she just held him, and for a moment, it was silent. And then she said quietly, softly, reassuringly, "I'll tell 'em you're Fixer, not Tails. Tomorrow."
…He hesitantly removed his hands from his eyes, head down still and facing the floor, and put his arms around Sticks. "Thanks," he mumbled, and she patted him on the back. He smiled…
