Sonic Makes Mac n Cheese at 3am (one-shot)

(I Don't Know What to do for a Title-)

It never took much to wake Tails up despite sleeping in his workshop as often as he did. But instead of the noise of his computer running or any Frogs from the nearby park getting too close to his home, it was the sound of something bubbling. Tails Sprung himself up in bed, immediately panicked over the mere idea of someone breaking in. The first thing he can see is his mini portable stove giving off a faint glow, with the silhouette of a certain blue hedgehog staring into the embracing delicate light bundled up in a very plump blanket. Tails was sure Sonic had gone to bed before him, what with his sprained wrist from a day or so ago and saying something about sleeping it off. "Sonic? What're you doing?" The Kitsune could barely see what Sonic was doing as his brother picked up a small box. "Making Mac n Cheese, want any?" The blue blur replied, groggily yet so casually. Tails glanced over at his alarm, not at all happy by what he saw. "It's three in the morning Sonic, why are you making Mac n Cheese?" Sonic replies, without blinking "Because I've lost all control over my life." Tails's eyes bloomed wide at his brother, completely taken back by this comment. Sonic couldn't hold his straight face as he immediately burst into a lung deflating laughter, smacking the table all the while like it knew whatever inside joke Sonic was thinking about. "I'm just messing with ya Tails, I just woke up hungry so I'm making Mac n Cheese." A sudden crunch noise could be heard from the other side of Sonic, Barely visible but very much there was none other than a certain red echidna enjoying what looked to be some carrots. "And Knuckles." "Morning Tails" The Emerald Guardian whispered from across the room, confusing the child on how he didn't even realise Knuckles was there to begin with. "Anyways, ya didn't say before but Imma ask again, do you want Mac n Cheese?" The hedgehog asked, with a hint of mirth in his voice. The Young fox knowing that sleeping again is futile now, especially since Knuckles doesn't exactly chew quietly. So with a defeated sigh, "Sure, might as well." None of them moved to turn any lights on, Even with Tails unable to see anything in the dark anyways. Knuckles had complained once about how bright the place was even when the lights were off, so that might have been part of it. The three begin shimmying themselves over to Tails' couch, sitting at the foot of the workspace Tails usually spends most of his time tinkering on a new invention. Soon enough Tails' suspicions about Knuckles' eating noises were confirmed, He wouldn't say anything about it though. He knows Knuckles spent his life isolated from literally everything that wasn't his island, so he couldn't fully blame him over Knuckles' not knowing about people finding slurping inappropriate. Tails stuffs another spoonful of cheesy pasta into his face to shush his thoughts over table manners. Tails didn't need to each much to begin drifting back to the land of dreams, his hopes of sleep are interrupted when Knuckles nudges him from across Sonic, drawing attention to the blue blob of blankets currently sinking into the couch. Knuckles lets out a slight yawn as he puts his bowl on Tails' workbench and sinks back into his state of comfort.

It didn't surprise Tails in the slightest when they woke up the next morning with bowls of Mac n Cheese partially eaten in his and Sonic's hands.