@alcoholttm [for wade]
"Welcome to the Mean Bean. What can I get started for you today?" He's just a perfectly normal man-- attempting his own redemption. Or at least, that's what he'd told Sonic and his little band of bratty do-gooders.
He wanted to honor the sacrifice of his beloved Doctor. Save the world, make it better. Run his little coffee shop with the help of his brooding surrogate son. They'd both lost a Robotnik-- that weight bonded them together.
And in walked that simple cop. A moron. Dullest crayon in the box and-- from what he'd heard-- the keeper of the emerald he needed for his own machinations to come to fruition. For he had not, in fact, turned over any leaves.
He was as wicked as he'd always been.
"We have a discount for our neighborhood heroes, such as yourself officer." A smile-- the smile he'd worn for only one person. He was damn good at faking it-- and he even made eye contact. What a lucky idiot of a man he was.
"So, handsome. What'll it be?" Flirtation. He'd see how well it went. If he could coax this man into trusting him-- it would make getting what he wanted all the easier.
