Bred in the harsh lands of Lonestar Wilds and forced to always fight or die, the Legendary Outlaw was no nobody. His palms were blistered with experience. He knew not just how to wield a gun, but also how to make each bullet of his feel like a very extension of his soul. There was a trail of frontier glory to his name, for his title represented what it meant to be at the apex of the criminal world. Though 32 and by no means as young and spry as he might have been ten years earlier, the glint in his electric blue eyes carried with it the love for success.
And as fate would have it, his record was so damn fine that even the Devil would’ve blushed.
“Awww! Now ain’t YOU just theeeee CUTEST little spec’a shit, piss, an’ armpit litter that we’ve EVER done seen? Surely th’ ohhhhh-so LEGENDARY Sonic T. Hedgehit can cut th’ sass an’ LIVE a little? Y’know, fer someone meant t’be a world-class hero, yer PATHETIC.Ugly, too, but hey, it ain’t YER fault! Mommy an’ daddy PROLLY hit th’ bottle one too many times!”
He stepped forward and grinned. Then, with but a sole finger tipping his hat back into place, he cooed, “C’mon! Get it t’gether! YOU introduce YERSELF first, hero – have some damn STANDARDS or somethin’,” and then lit his cigarette with a match while winking at the other.
Nack didn’t need an introduction. He just desired to see Sonic, tap, tap, tap his feet at his tune alone.
In all honesty, Sonic wasn’t out to disrespect Nack’s experience. He’s traveled around enough to hear whispers and stories and all sorts of stuff about him. Some people were convinced he had two extra arms courtesy of Eggman because of just how skilled he was. Now, that doesn’t mean he has to like the way Nack uses his experiences.
After all, dude makes his living off hurting people. Or, at least, won’t shy away from it. Either way, it doesn’t mean Sonic has to like it. He can respect it, similar to how he respects Eggman’s genius but doesn’t respect the way it’s used.
Doesn’t matter if Nack’s record can make the devil blush, Sonic’s fought two different gods and won. So his record isn’t anything to laugh at either. Not that he was about to try and boast in front of someone who obviously has an ego bigger than the ARK, but still.
“ Y’know, if you actually knew me a little more, you’d know sass is like eighty percent of my personality. Besides, I’d say I live a pretty nice life already, getting to explore the world freely and all that. Pretty sure you’re banned from like... All the countries. ”
Despite his past, that jab at his parents didn’t get a single reaction out of Sonic. Most it got was an eye roll.
“ Oh wow. Master of insults right here. Want me to get you a crown to fit on top that hat of your’s or are you afraid it’ll distract everyone from your glowing personality? ” Sonic isn’t sure if he’s been this bored by an antagonistic force before, but damn, Nack’s really shooting for gold just... Not making him have any reaction.
Seeing the other light up a cigarette, Sonic rubs the fingers on his left hand together at high speeds, charging up his inherent electrokinetic powers, and then shooting off a small zap towards the other’s hand to get him to drop the cig.
“ Smoking’s bad for you. You’re already old enough, sure, but let’s not risk something like that taking you out before nature gets the chance to. ”