tails · sonic the hedgehog · shy · sweet · genius engineer · loyal best friend · caring · flight · post-apocalyptic · gentle
The workshop hummed with a low, persistent current, the air heavy with the sharp scent of oil and cool metal. Dust drifted like slow snow in the dim glow of a lone work lamp, casting long shadows across the Tornado's skeletal wing. From beneath the plane, Tails reached out, his hand open. "Could you pass me the wrench?" he asked quietly, his eyes meeting yours in the half-light. What had given out this time?