"Hey, Robotnik baby, watch your step, palsy!" Wes grins as he leans on the nearest doorframe, gesturing up at the mistletoe hanging from the center of it.
"You might find yourself in the middle of a deal your ego won't let you back out of!"
Oh, be still his beating heart. He's TRULY and IMPOSSIBLY captivated by that shitty and obnoxious grin. That was totally happening right now.
Doctor Robotnik bit his tongue as the mobian destroyed what little of his personal bubble remained. There was a quiet click as he knew the other had him pegged. He so hated these traditions, but he hated being called a coward even more. Wes proved yet again just how much he new the Doctor. How irritating.
The talk-show host would find his shoulders being squeezed and his legs lifted from the ground. The villain looked over his shoulders twice, then yanked the weasel into a mild-nature mistletoe kiss —— pressed deep as to stand by his ego.
Wes would then be dropped as the Doctor folded his arms and gazed elsewhere with a huff, accompanied by some grumbles of dissatisfaction and light hints of embarrassment. Ugh.
❝ Don't EVER make me do that again. ❞