The Sonic Group Chat

10 ~ A Royal Baquet

Containers, paper bags, plastic ones, rectangular bins, cardboard boxes, all holding the hundreds of dollars of food the cast has ordered.

The recycling and garbage bins are begging for mercy already. Along with the toilets.

"Holy shit, dude," Knuckles mutters. Realizing just how much food there was. "If we don't have leftovers for at least a few days, we're all pigs, and I'll be disgusted with myself."

   Rouge seemed to be full just looking at the food. She already had foresight's of her fellow cast members stuffing their faces.

   Rouge looked to Gadget and Velocity, who were the newest here and haven't yet experienced one of these "royal" — more like fucking chaos — banquets.

   "If Shadow locks eye contact with you while eating something, that's normal." Rouge says, warning looks of "what the fuck" from the two wolves. "Yeah... it was weird the first time for me, but I thought I'd warn you... before hand."

   Gadget's orange eyes look to the living room, where Shadow, the other hedgehogs, and Tails were. Nervously looking at that hot, fake alien bod in the film universe, wielding gains the scrawny red wolf could only dream of and eyes redder than your white sheets after they get stained from that fucking bitch of the month.

   "O-okay?" Gadget mumbles, looking back to the thotty bat, though she was actually very self conscious offset. "Thanks for the heads up?"

   Velocity shrugs, trying to seem like she was cool with everything. Because she's just that cool. Unfortunately the dark blue wolf was already thinking of an excuse if she needed to get out of the house in a hurry to escape Shadow staring while eating Chimken Nuggies.

   Knuckles comes from the kitchen, bringing in some chopsticks, forks, knives, spoons, all that shit that you would need. Knux liked to be prepared, he doesn't want to be in a "I have soup, but I only have a fork" situation.

   How likely is that to happen? Probably less than one in a hundred.

   Will Knuckles chill the hell out though?

   No.

   Very unlikely.

   And by "very unlikely", I mean no. Not at all.

Cause he's just like that.

Several tables have been pushed together to form a big row. Many chairs have been brought into the dining room, some wood, some were plastic in order to seat the sweet juicy asses of the bois.

"I vastly underestimated how overwhelming this gathering would be," Infinite says, tucking in a chair. The jackal was basically have a panic attack similar to family holiday gatherings... except, instead of family... it's this bunch of psychos.

"Whelp, you've made your first mistake there," Shadow says sarcastically. He came into the "grand banquet hall" with a stack of plastic cups— cause, you know, no one wants to do any fucking dishes after this. "You should always expect chaos when we're all involved."

A sudden knock is at the door.

Everyone goes silent. Many different coloured eyes stare at each other, silently panicking. Sonic was usually the one who opened the door whenever there was a knock, he was the more confident one who was willing to open the door no matter how bad he may look, or what state the house is in.

Now, that cheeky bastard wasn't there. So... who would be the one to sacrifice themselves to whatever sales devil is outside that door?