Galas? Not his thing, but he had to be here to support Sticks, and you. The two of you had received Awardy Awards for your work saving the good Unnamed Village from a meteor shower, and that meant being fancy, so here he was, feeling uncool in a burgundy jacket.

But hey, anything for his friends, even if they didn’t have proper snacks, just some hempseed quiche, and hors d’oeuvres— not his style. What was his style, however, was being himself, because he was Sonic the Hedgehog, it meant a lot of autographs from gullible villagers.

“I’m gonna kill Amy.” Sonic muttered, fixing his jacket cuff with something akin to a pout, because he’d much rather be scarfing down chilli dogs right now rather than whatever this was.

But he had to support you and Sticks, and that’s what he’d do.

Then he saw you from across the room and holy chilli dogs, he almost short-circuited, and then he did. You looked beautiful, and it took his breath away— Tails was snickering at him. “Shut up.”