Taurus
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The door is open when he arrives. Immediately, a bolt of pure misgiving runs down his spine and settles in the tips of his tails. It could only mean one thing: that Amy Rose had been burgled, or that Amy Rose was Boxercising. Truthfully, he couldn't decide which was worse.
Looking vainly for a way to pass through the open door without feeling like a criminal, he presses the doorbell, and winces when it chimes the chorus of a popular sappy song. Almost immediately, Cream rushes to the open door, decked out in her Riders gear and soaked with sweat.
"Tails! I'm so glad you're here! Could you, um, please give me a hand in calming Amy down?" she asks, voice jittery from all the exercise. He notices a few emerging bruises where Amy has been a little over-vigorous with her sparring. Yup, definitely worse, he thinks, and steps inside.
Immediately, he sees why they had the door open. The place is like a sauna, and the hit heats him so hard he practically doubles over. Cream looks at him apologetically as he tries to catch his breath. Already, he can feel his fur starting to curl and frizz all over.
"Amy says you lose more weight when you sweat..." Cream explains. He looks at her in silent admiration. Firstly, she can stand the heat, and secondly, she hasn't frizzed into a giant puffball, as he's sure he will if he stays here more than five minutes. That takes guts.
"Oh! Hey...Tails! Didn't hear you...Come...In!" Amy's voice rings. Her sentence is interspersed with brief flurries of punching. Preparing himself for the worst, he goes to the voice, Cream trailing meekly behind him.
What he finds is a slap to the face of Science. It shouldn't be physically possible for Amy to be standing up and still throwing punches in the middle of a puddle of her own sweat, but then again Amy has never let little things like truth or grade school biology stop her.
"Oh, hey, Amy. You know, I was just talking about you with Sonic the other day," he invents furiously. Someone needs to put a stop to this, if only so he can transfer Amy to a medical lab and find out why the heck she's still alive.
"Really?" She stops punching, and her ears visibly prick up. Always a good sign.
"Uh, yeah!" he says over-enthusiastically. Come on, Tails. You're supposed to be smart! Why can;t you tell a decent lie for once? "We were, um, talking about taste in girls, and..."
"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" Amy screeches, and immediately grabs him into a bear hug Knuckles would be jealous of. The smell of sweat is making him faint.
"You must be here to pick up Cream, right?" she whispers in his ear. He throws an involuntary look back at the rabbit, and feels his face rearrange itself into an expression of helplessness.
"...What?" he asks timidly, not really wanting to learn the answer.
"Oh, pooh!" she says, dropping him. "I thought you were finally getting started on the path to love! Geez, and I was getting excited about having another couple to talk to..."
Maybe all the sweat's making her delusional...Wish I had my medical dictionary, he thought, before returning to the task at hand.
"Uh, well, about that...Me and Sonic were talking, and he wanted to know, have you lost weight lately?"
"I sure have! Ten pounds! Would you believe it?" she giggled. Tails got the feeling that Cream had lost more, somehow.
"Well, uh, he sure has noticed!" He was interrupted by another bone breaking hug and a fit of screeching that set off more than a few burglar alarms.
"But, um,"he gasped, trying to get the words out whilst being throttled, "He was saying, he used to prefer it when you were bigger, y'know? He liked how his arm felt around your waist, or, or something like that..."
Once again, he was unceremoniously dropped. His fur was well and truly ruined. By the time he'd appraised the extent of the damage, Amy was pressing a wad of money into his hands.
"Take that. Go out, and get me two giant triple chocolate fudge milkshakes. Oh, and one for Cream, too," she hissed. He nodded mutely, and turned to leave.
In a fit of what could only be called temporary heat madness, he turned at the door, and called back, "And, um, Amy? You, uh, may wanna get a shower."
Before he could even think, a heavy book came sailing through the air and smashed into his forehead spine-first. In between groaning and clutching his new war-scar, he noticed the title: Pink Is The Colour Of Love. He considered making a comment about Amy's taste, but thought better of it.
"Thanks, Tails. I didn't know what to do..." Cream said to him as he walked to the door. "Um, I don't mean to be rude, but your fur..."
"Has expanded to twice its normal weight and volume, I know," he sighed. "Being a hero is tougher than it used to be."