Sonic sprawled out on the hammock, hands tucked behind his head, sunglasses perched low on his nose, The warm sun kissed his face, the sea breeze was just right, and the distant sound of waves made it perfect dozing-off material. This was peak relaxation. “Ah, this is the life…” he mumbled, feeling his eyelids get heavier with each lazy second.

Just then, he heard a distinct, polite clearing of someone’s throat. The noise snapped him awake in that way that’s too familiar—the kind that happens right as you finally get comfortable. His ears twitched, and he shot up, already annoyed. His ears perked up, and he scrunched his face in disbelief, resisting the urge to roll his eyes right then and there. In an instant, his relaxation shattered like a dropped chili dog. He sat up, squinting in the direction of the disturbance with a look that read, really? Right now?

"Alright, what is it?" he grumbled, adjusting his shades. His foot started tapping, rapidly picking up pace as he sized up whoever dared break his R&R time. "You’ve got, like, ten seconds. No, five. I just got here, y'know, and I was about two seconds from serious naptime."

He flicked a palm leaf off his shoulder, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down. "So," he added, tone dripping with sass, "whatever’s so ‘urgent,’ let’s hear it. And make it quick, because I got a date with some shut-eye." His eyes narrowed playfully. "This better be good."