15:Mischief

Fox peeked down the aisle from where he sat and one row forward. Pikachu was positioned facing the front stage where Master Hand was, floating back and forth and explaining all the "need-to-knows" about the next tournament; it wasn't anything Fox hadn't heard before. He casually drowned out the official tone of Master Hand's voice because it bored him more than anything, and settled for focusing on her instead. He could tell, despite the direction her body faced, that she had a clear visual of him in her peripherals when their eyes eventually met and the way the corners of her lips turned up in a smirk.

His muzzle reflected her expression as he lifted a hand, enclosed with just the thumb sticking out and jabbing it in the direction of the suspended and never-stopping-to-breath glove. He shook his head as though to say get a load of this guy, to which he received a silent laugh and an eye roll from the blonde. He noticed her shift in her spot to allow a better view of the vulpine while still attempting (and failing) to focus on Master Hand's speech.

Fox waited patient, albeit hopefully for Pikachu to make the next move, and luckily he didn't have to wait long when Master Hand settled on the exceptionally tired topic of practice matches and stage reservations. He noticed her posture visibly sag and entire body heave with an agitated sigh, coupled with the shake of her head as she peeked back at him.

Fox couldn't stop his grin from seeing the look on her face- she just looked so done. He sent her a thumbs up and a raise of the eyebrows, and she shook her head so thoroughly back at him that he became consumed with faint worry of an impending headache. She followed through with a thumbs down, and Fox laughed internally at her dismay. Her face then contorted as though she picked up on a foul scent. Suddenly, her tongue shot out at him, taunting him.

Deciding to fire back with humor, Fox raised a hand to his chest, glancing at the people positioned to the left and right of him and then returning eye contact. He mouthed 'me?' at her, his expression showing mock-offense. That action earned an audible snort from Pikachu, causing Master Hand to stutter slightly during his speech before attempting to continue; Peach fired a look of slight disapproval from the second row in front while, surprisingly, Ganondorf adorned the tiniest smirk of amusement.

Pikachu narrowed her eyes at the vulpine, attempting to communicate knock it off before we get in trouble, which was combated by the obvious fact that she was fighting back a smile. She puffed her cheeks out and glared daggers at him. He paid no mind to her, allowing himself to tune into the master of the house's next topic.

"All right… time for dining hall and food regulations."

Fox's ears perked up at a few of the tiny sighs of contempt surrounding him, and swallowed back a fierce groan of his own. He looked back at Pikachu, taking note of her new position. She had a leg tucked underneath her and an arm propped up on the back of the seat, cradling the side of her head. Fox choked back a laugh at her wide eyes and slack-jawed expression. Her eyes quickly snapped back to meet his and he took the bait, making a finger gun with his hand and pretending to shoot himself in the head.

Pikachu forced her mouth into a straight line to swallow back any giggles threatening to spill over, and her shoulders tremored. She diverted her attention and Fox found himself following her line of sight to see her staring at a sleeping Mario. Their eyes met once more as they exchanged mystified expressions, once again trying to cease any noises from escape.

Fox did fine. She, however, did not.

She released another snort that resulted in her sinking down in her seat to hide from anyone who chose to take offense to the less-than-stellar behavior. Little Mac let out a snort of his own, Pit chimed in with a "what was that?", and a few of the younger fighters giggled aloud.

Master Hand's voice boomed throughout the room. "Excuse me- order in the smash house! The sooner I can continue, the sooner we can finish and get out of here." He paused briefly, thoughtful.

"Look alive, Super Mario."

Luigi nudged his brother in the stomach who awoke with a very loud snort, causing more disruption. Fox laughed aloud finally and glanced over at Pikachu, whose shoulders were rocking violently as she hid her face behind her hands.

Master Hand grunted, sounding displeased, earning the attention of some but not all present. "Whatever- we can finish this later after you all had your naps. I swear, the most talented fighters in the galaxy and they have the attention span of a toddler…" He grumbled the last under his breath as the room cleared.

Fox quickly made his way over Pikachu sat, offering her a hand to help her up.

"Riveting speech, curtesy of our very own glove," he joked. "That wasn't too bad."

She shot him a look of disbelief. "You've got to be joking. That was terrible. Even Mario couldn't make it through and he normally eats this kind of stuff up."

Fox shrugged, a low chuckle escaping him. "Could've fooled me. You seemed entertained."

A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes. "Yeah. Thanks a lot for that. Everyone was staring at me after the first one."

Fox grinned at her. "Happy to be of a service."