I didn't /know/ Metal.
[ he hissed, his ears flattened against his head ]
I was hurting, I was recovering, my arm proves it.
[ he explains, his eyes squinting. ]
Yeah, you're her father, keep rubbing it in. I know I can't fix it, but I can be here now.
(An angry flicker of glowing eyes)
Hm, yes, your friends that you left alone for basically the entire time MY daughter has been alive.
To play king in another dimension.
(He's bitter? Oh, don't get Metal STARTED)
[ shrug. Now hes leaning against the wall ]
Because I want to? I have friends here, aside from my kid, even if she doesn't see me as her dad.
[ even if he didn't know she existed, he thinks bitterly. ]
[ He looks just as awkward, rubbing his neck with his prosthetic hand. ]
Hey kiddo.. you don't have to go that far..
[ he knows he's not worthy of that title ]
// sonic would definitely tell her to rename it. he'd probably be pushy with it too.
No kid deserves to live in his shadow, especially turbo. He'd try and make sure she didn't anymore.
// IT WAS NOT AT ALL THE NAME SHE WANTED !! it was the name she felt she had to take !! if anything i think she'd have wanted to name it team wind, or team solar.
// if sonic ever heard her say it eas team sonic, he'd immediately ask her if that was the name she wanted.
If not, he'd tell her that as a group they should change it.
He doesn't want her living in his shadow... he hates the idea of it. /silly
[ a yelp leaves his lips, over the shoulder he goes. Dangling. ]
...I /really/ hate this. You're lucky I need the help.
...I'm pretty sure Tails nabbed them or something, he said he wanted to take a look at them.
I'm half-tempted to just leave you here to find them yourself, but Amy would be mad at me, so up we go—
(Immediately grabbing Sonic and throwing him over his shoulder)
[ pushing himself up, he gave his own awkward smile. ]
Guess you can say.. I need an arm and a leg of help?
[ he admits bashfully, embarrassed. ]
...sorry to put you on the spot turbo, usually I can get to it, but sometimes the good leg gives out on me..
[ he admitted ]
[ The sound of rustling, before she's walking over, holding said arm and leg with an only slightly awkward smile! ]
. . you don't know / how / hard it is to resist a bad joke here.