[9 AM][Adriana/Eric/Ebony's suite- Living Room][One Last Day Before Next Race]

Knock! Knock!

"Eric... go get the door"

"Aw, come on.."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Ericccc..!"

"If I get it, you'll just take up all the space .."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"FFFF-Fine! Be an asshole!" Adriana huffs, throwing off the covers on his face. She scrambles to find her red sweater. The weather to her has been bi-polar. "It's freaking nine in the afternoon! Who knocks at nine in the afternoon?"

Er, what?

"Morning, you mean... I think your head isn't screwed on right.." Eric yawns, flipping over so he's on his stomach, shutting his eyes again. Adri smacks the back of his head just before she walks to the door.

She swipes the brown door wildly.

"What the hell?" Adri barks, her hair over her eyes and a red muzzle. She isn't very much of a morning person, really, a cranky old bat when she's awakened.

"Oh.. sorry. I thought you would be awake" the voice apologizes with an angelic voice, a fresh made pie at her hands.

Adriana's bright red eyes gander at the pie and then to the carrier, a peach muzzled, pink quilled hedgehog.

Adriana's posture straightens, flipping away her strands of black hair. "Just who are you?"

Having food to bring is a cheap shot, Adri echoes in her head, now I have to listen.

Amy's judging and curious expression at her careless appearance wipes away from her face. She nods her head, beaming,"I'm Amy Rose, nice to meet you!"

Adri stares back, indifferent at the smile she's receiving. The words girly, obsessive, and annoying comes to mind. Amy wears her favorite white shirt with a design of a red heart in the middle with rows of smaller pink hearts in the background, bootcut denim jeans, and red boots. She's way too girly... Even more than when I was a kid, Adri judges in her head, still but a straight line as her lips.

"So.." Adriana begins, the dark circles under eyes give her a more sinister look. She intends to use this to her advantage,"You're from the Sonic Team?"

Amy notices no ounce of friendliness exists in that vixen's voice. Her voice sounds scratchy. It's already getting harder to believe this vixen knows the meaning of good just by the excessive use of black on her shorts and tank top. The only red is her sweater and the red streaks on her hair.

"Mhm,"Amy hums, nodding. She was staring at her too much, the narrowing of her eyes probably made her look like she was judging Adri. What happened to being discrete and a silent enemy, Amy?

Amy notices also, she's not very tall. But short people could be evil ones too. Usually the big monsters took orders from small geniuses... evil geniuses-

"What? Is there something on my face?" Adri spats when Amy was staring again.

Amy blinks once. "Oh, no! Um.. just noticed how well you do your eyes, heh"

"It's not eyeliner. I just woke up" Adri responds rudely, her blood red eyes leering into Amy's big green eyes.

Amy cringes, thinking frantically: This isn't going as planned! I should have knocked a bit later. Dang it!

Adri leans on the door frame, her foot behind the other, watching Amy start to look nervous.

"So.. you knocked for a reason, right?" Adri yawns, her half lidded eyes starting to creep Amy out.

Aren't they ever going to widen? Or at least be surprised? Even when she was in a rage at opening the door her eyes were still half opened. Adriana's drowsy, shrugs and hints, "That pie seems to fit the reason.."

"Hm, yes" Amy nods again, trying to hold a grip. She has to get close to her, the one she least expects will be Amy! She'll be a hero herself. "I just wanted to let you know that I don't see ourselves as enemies at all. Even if we are racing against each other. We can be friends. So what ever you need, anything you want to talk about, or anything- don't hesitate to ask Amy Rose!"

Adriana takes in her words and crosses her arms, her mouth slightly open.

Tired as hell.

"Right..." Adri sniffs.

Amy sweat-drops as Adri gazes with her hypnotic stare.

She shifts her eyes down, takes the pie, and shuts the door.

Amy's eye twitches, the very acts of shutting the door closed right in front of her face has her boiling mad. She agrees, she looks the type to be rude as hell, but she thought she would be a bit more classy.

It will be no problem if Amy took out her hammer and smashed her way in, forcing that witch to be her friend and confess what she's up to.

But Amy knows it won't work out so well. She huffs once more, sticking out her tongue and turns on her heels. You're driving my patience thin!

Adriana walks casually to the kitchen, hiding the pie behind some cans of vegetables for later and jumps on the couch bed.

"Ack!" Eric cries, Adriana landing on his back.

"And you said I would take up space.." Adri murmurs, her eyes starting to close, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"And you say to back off" Eric chuckles, her top half resting on his bare back, her legs on the side of him. Almost the stance they would have when Adri got angry with him for a reason she thought was justified. Except she doesn't have him in a choke hold like she did. He would still redden.

"About that.." Adri mutters, breathing through her mouth, Eric's ears pick up on that. He reddens immediately, her hot breath tickling the inside of his ears. Is she starting to get romantic? Her hands rest on both his shoulders, gripping them, almost pleasantly massaging him.

He chews his lip and his ear twitched once.

Now? In the day? Sure there's a bed, but still... there's also four other people in this apartment that have good ears.

None the less, he does not remind her.

"Y-yes?"

She sniffs again, smelling his quills, Eric's muzzle going to a deeper shade of red. "I think..."

Eric hears her hesitate, the moment hitting him hard.

This is it.

They're going for it.

They're gonna have-

"I'm sick" Adri coughs lightly, shattering every thought and detail he has imagined.

Down the toilet this all goes...

"Get off me!" Eric hollers, rising up and to the side, so she falls off slowly. She went too far this time! Toying with me, Eric rants, jumping off the bed.

"Whoa. Never thought you would say that to me," Adri comments. She sets herself dead on the middle of the bed, pulling the covers over her.

"Y-you lead me on!" Eric growls, picking up his shirt.

"I lead you where?" Adri questions, thinking her ears must be shot also. She opens one eye, looking over him at the kitchen. She didn't lead him anywhere..she thinks. Don't look behind those cans!

"Forget it. I thought you were being romantic for once"

"I think I missed something.."

"FFFF"

A disaster. A let down. A punishment. That's what Eric thinks this morning is.

Seriously and utterly depressing. He needs a smoke but he knows it'll just have her smell him and he'll probably think she wants him again.

And progress another round of missed signals.

"I'll say it again," Adriana chimes in his thoughts, sounding impatient and nasal like. "I'm freakin' sick"

"What do you want me to do about it?" Eric snaps back, picking up a kettle and filling it up with water.

"Whoa, aren't we cranky?" Adri teases with an indifferent voice. "Don't we want some coffee? … And maybe some tea for me?"

Eric whacks his head against the wall. Purposely and five times at the most. Why does she -BANG- have to have -BANG- such an alluring voice? -BANG- Or is it just me? -BANG- Am I attracted to sick and cynical girls? -BANG-

"I thought you were nice" Adri yawns,"When I'm sick, you'll be here for me"

Eric's ear twitches once more. The kitchen has no door, so he can see her from the couch."And why would I have to?"

Adriana's lips curl on one side, her fang digging into her bottom lip. "Because you care when I don't"

Maybe to push him away, she should just give him what he wants. In a twisted way, it might work..

or really screw his mind.

And besides! He's all she's got left in the end. Might as well use him until he starts to slip from her grasp like all the other common sensed citizens. At least see how far she can push him before he starts to shove back and away.

"Can I have some tea or what?"

BANG

"So.. what happened?" Silver questions when Amy comes back to their room.

She plops down on the red couch, puffing,"Terrible!"

"Hm? How so?" Silver urgently asks, turning off the television and his attention turns to Amy.

Cream has been up and making breakfast in kitchen.

Amy crosses her arms, her long hair whipping as she starts shaking her head, pissed. "T-this is going to be harder than I thought. The girl is some barbaric witch! Her hair was all messed up, and her make up was whack... she she was still asleep and and-"

"Calm down, Amy," Silver mouths, settling his hands on her shoulders. "Aside from her appearance, did she say anything or reveal anything to you?"

"Nothing! She was a tired old bat! So cranky and slow!"

"Hmm" Silver hums. This time they didn't do so well to look friendly. Were they too friendly? Maybe this girl was harder to get with a simple pie offering and a smile. This certainly has him think she is up to something, her personality and first impression to Amy makes him sure.

"And what's worse? She just took my pie and shut the door on me! What a tramp!"

"Er, Amy" Silver chuckles, sweatdropping. Seeing her all fired up about one vixen, or -tramp- has him think he won't have a good time trying to get her to be his friend. Not that he wants to anyway, but one of the options.

"Right, sorry, Silver.. I'm calm now, okay?" Amy sighs, smiling sheepishly at him.

"Another crack with her could get her to like you, I bet"

"Right.. sure"

"I mean who wouldn't?" Silver grins. Amy returns a wider smile.

"Hm, maybe. She has to return the plate sometime around"

Cream walks in the living room, her white apron smudged with different colors of batter and other. "Breakfast time, you two!"

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