It was...odd, to have to rely on someone else for something like travel. Sonic couldn’t recall the last time he had been unable to get by with just his own two feet — perhaps a luxury he was far too used too. Not that it was a secret that the hedgehog’s best asset were his legs, but even so, in hindsight it probably would have been smart to have something to fallback on should his ever trusty legs fail him.
Even without bearing any pressure, his right ankle throbbed in agony, a sharp reminder every second that he was not going anywhere on his own for a while. For someone prided to be the fastest being alive — it was good as imprisonment. Being stripped of his way of living, his method of escape, what made up the essential core to who he was. It was all the more frustrating that he was in the middle of a mission, to collect at least one chaos emerald. A feat never easy on a good day — and today was definitely Not. A Good Day.
He shifted in the passenger seat of the car, not able to hold back his grimace — of both pain as his ankle protested, and at the entire situation at hand because never did he enjoy feeling so helpless.
He desperately wanted to tap his foot, a rather infuriating habit according to many, but settled for drumming his fingers against his crossed arms instead. He needed to be moving in some way or he was going insane. ( perhaps he already was well on his way to madness, because surely this vehicle couldn’t possible be going so s l o w )
Knowing better than to comment on the speed ( even he wasn’t so dense as to so blatantly complain to someone who was lending him a hand ) Sonic instead sought out some other way to keep himself occupied. Surely this drive would be over soon if he just distracted himself.
“Hey, Nicolette—” and Sonic paused, because huh. He actually wasn’t in a chatting mood. It was rare enough to confuse even the hedgehog himself, because he could always muster up chatter in all situations. ( though in most situations he was always in some semi-balance of control, able to stand on his own two feet for one, both literally and figuratively ) His actions now where a stark contrast to his usual self, and normally he’d do more to gather his wits about him and at least pretend to return to normal — but well, who was around to see him now? His only companion never even heard of his name, nor the chaos emerald they were in search of.
So with a big sigh, the world-wide proclaimed hero slumps against the seat, resting his chin on a hand and looking out the window. The world outside was passing in a blur, though not nearly as much of one when he was on the run. To hell with it all. He will just have to hope Nicolette wasn’t the kind to get annoyed easily. “Do you guys seriously travel everywhere with this thing? I knew it was slow, but I could walk faster than this.” Though even in all his impatience, he did his best to keep up his manners, after all Nicolette was helping him. He spared the women beside him a glance, offering a slight twitch of a smile in apology. “Not to be ungrateful, though. Honestly. I was pretty much stuck on my own so I’m glad you are taking me at all — I’m just not used to this.” It was perhaps not his best apology, or his most grateful thanks, but it was all he could provide currently.
Maybe it was simply the past couple of events catching up to him. He’s heard of the phrase no rest for the wicked, but there was hardly any time for heroes to unwind as well. Going from six months imprisonment, to dealing with a virus that spread and almost took the entire population and forcing so many to suffer ( that he well knew were due to his own mistakes, no matter that else was said ), and now going on a wild goose chase for a chaos emerald in order to restore the disturbed energy of the world. And well, having all this happen one after another, made him realize more than ever that maybe even Sonic wasn’t meant to be running forever.
The slightly bright side of this was that Knuckles reassured that they had time, at least. The Master Emerald was still stable at any rate. It would take days before the chaotic energy would tip to dangerous levels. ( but it didn’t mean that Sonic wasn’t itching to just go already. to be able to move faster, get this whole ordeal over with sooner — )
“Arghh” Sonic groaned, his ears twitching, frustration peaking, and his emotions swirling faster than what even he was used to, “I’m not usually this much of a downer, I swear.” He waved at his sprained ankle, wincing again as all his movements jostled it just a tad too much. “I’m just going to blame it on this thing. It’s really cruel to take away the legs from the fastest thing alive.” Perhaps now a self-proclaimed title since he was not the only one capable of breaking the sound barrier anymore, but it was unlikely the other knew of Shadow if she didn’t know about Sonic so he simply skipped over that detail. “If you ever have the choice, don’t sprain your joints. So not cool.” Because of course people choose to become debilitated all the time.
