(Bad) Discription: Some say those were Tails' only good pair of pants.


Tails hated interruptions.

There was always work to be done. Something in need of fixing. Something in need of improving. Such is the life of a mechanic. There was very little time to dwell on mixed matters – unimportant distractions keeping him from completing his usual work – when there was a resistance that needed to be supplied. Oppressive regimes don’t topple themselves, especially when the said regime is headed by Dr. Ivo Robotnik – ruthless, sadistic, megalomaniacal tyrant hell-bent on turning the world into his own mechanized empire if only to fuel his massive ego. And that plan was already underway. The Resistance needed a gifted set of hands if they were to stand even the slightest chance. As such, the two-tailed mechanic buried himself in his-

“Work again, Foxy?”

The Resistance Double Agent, on the other hand…

Rouge was quite the opposite – the bat loved a good thrill. Anything she considered ‘fun’, even if her definition bordered onto playing double agent, infiltrating Robotnik’s ranks and supplying the Resistance with Intel on the madman’s next scheme. Rouge loved her job, and it showed. While other members of the team had usually been bossy, stern, or irate (with the exception of that one black hedgehog), she was possibly the most upbeat face among them. Many of the Resistance members had been too serious and uptight for her taste.

Then there was this little runt, tinkering all by his lonesome.

“Rouge…” Tails tersely acknowledged her. His little way of saying hello, the spy had deduced.

Rouge lingered around his quaint shack, littered with tools, parts, and unassembled gadgets. The little one had spare time, she’ll give him that. “You didn’t answer my question~” She sat herself down on his workbench, just to his side. She playfully leaned her head in front of his face, obstructing the view of his latest creation-in-progress. “It’s rude to ignore guests, you know.”

Tails grunted in annoyance. The persistent spy had pestered him endlessly in the past. He turned in his chair to chastise her for sitting so close to his machines but quickly regretted it. His…vertically challenged stature had instead left him face to face with her…distractions.

“It’s also rude to stare.”

Tails bit his tongue, his face lighting up red as he turned his head away so quickly, he almost gave himself whiplash. Rouge had a penchant for dressing provocatively. A form-fitting body suit left very little to the imagination. The garment gave little confinement to Rouge’s breasts; so much so that Tails could’ve sworn that zipper was seconds away from shooting out like a bullet.

“Well, it’s rude to barge in while others are busy.” Tails shot back, trying to reclaim himself. Embarrassed, the fox slid his chair opposite from her and his hands went back to his device. “I suppose if you must know, I’m building a more efficient hard light project for Amy’s hammer. It’s been losing its effectiveness the past few missions and I’m trying to calibrate one that won’t wear down with constant use.” He continued, going on yet another long-winded spiel on the ethics on weapon maintenance and its importance of yadda, yadda, yadda.

The spy propped herself on...