A/N: Stails! This one was requested by ultimateCCC! Hope you enjoy! And yes, this thing isn't dead, I just haven't felt up to par with many of my requests.
"You think I'm dumb or somethin'?" The badger was standing on the fox's work table, paranoid as ever.
"No, I'm just saying, that's not how tic-tax-toe works."
"I'm tellin' you! The government controls all of the aliens who make the moves for you! I'll never play that game! Neva!"
"Well, can you get off my table? You just broke what I've been working on for the past week."
The badger looked down, finding her foot on top of crushed metal and glass. "'Maybe the government controlled aliens were makin' you build that thing!"
"Sticks, just get down."
"Okay, but only because you ain't government controlled aliens."
Her foot stepped off the side of the table, only for the badger to loose balance and fall right into the fox's outstretched arms. "Sticks! Be careful!"
Suddenly, the fox found the badger's lips upon his own, but only for a brief moment before she pulled away and jumped out of his arms. "Thanks, Tails! Gotta go set up traps to protect my burrow!"
And with that, she dashed off and out of the workshop, leaving a stunned Tails touching his lips. Cheeks burning, and a smile budding its way into existence. "No... No problem..."