Author note: I guess sorry I've been late on this, I've been too depressed to do much of anything lately... took all my nerve to sit and try writing again. Haven't been out of the house since February...
Tails was laying on a beach chair around a lake. The lake was converted and furnished into a swimming pool of which a small holiday resort was subsequently built around. Chiseled into a rectangular rock in the corner of the property read the words Paul Springs.
Tails was relaxing while casually tinkering with a small gadget that appeared to be a delicately engineered component of a larger machine. He pulled a few pins from it and peered into the holes, just casually as if he had nothing better to do. Tails blew into the hole curiously and black soot blew out into his face.
A human emerged from a straw and bamboo shanty and glanced at Tails.
"Mih' wanna try some tannin' lotion, eh mate?" The man chuckled, joking how Tails' face looked burnt to a crisp from sunburn.
Tails wiped his face with his hand, the soot remained around his eyes and he resembled a yellow raccoon now.
"Oi, whots that doohicky ya got there anyway?" The man inquired, gathering a cart of towels, as he was the pool attendant.
Tails face lit up and he replaced the pin into the gadget, holding it forward.
"Its the combustion chamber from my miniature plane! Or ...it was until it malfunctioned and sent me carreening into Station Square several years ago... I'm surprised I still have it; found it under a pile of junk in my workshop."
The man raised an eyebrow. The only planes he was familliar with were the seaplanes that brought his customers to the island.
"Ya say a plane eh? You's a flyboy?" The man asked grasping his heavlily stubbled chin.
"Flyboy? Ohhh you mean a pilot, yes I'm a pilot!" Tails replied, setting the doodad aside.
The pool attendant leaned against the bamboo tree holding up the towel rack.
"Got a plane parked o'er there, that'n' yers?" The man motioned his thumb toward the beach.
"Yeah thats mine, its called the Tornado 1!" Tails proudly claimed.
"Well 'ats a fine 'n' dandy bird ya got."
"Well thanks, uhhh could I have one of those towels?"
"Sure can, betta hurry 'n' git that muck off your eyes, some'ne mih' take ya fer a bandit and shootchya" The man snickered tossing a towel to Tails.