#✪ ᵂᵃʳᵖ ʳᶤᶰᵍᶳ : Crossover✪

[azurexalacrity]

🍟 / he loves burgers, fries, and shakes so he would 100%

Send me 🍟 for my muse’s reaction to yours stealing one of their fries | @starbaxx

 If there was one particular thing that the speedster favored more than anything when it comes to stuffing your face with goodies, it’s fast food. It didn’t matter how much grease is smothered into a burger or how much salt is on a fry, all that mattered to the hedgehog was how good it tastes. Although, more than anything that was on the menu, he always had to settle a score with his favorite: The Chili-dog.

He shoved half of the hotdog into his mouth, munching on it like he hasn’t seen it nor tasted for centuries. He leaned back, clamping his eyes shut as a content sigh pushed out of him. He’s not sure his friend could understand how amazing chili-dogs are, but he’s willing to give a proper demonstration towards it.

“I canfth bel-leaf ya have this ‘ere!” Bits and pieces of bread spew from his mouth and in a rather immature yet gross fashion, but this hero was never the most polite when it comes to things. He paused to swallow. “I mean… if you could add it up with ice cream sundaes to da mix, then you’ll be golden -”

CRUNCH.

There came about three blinks from Sonic, causing him to stop his gobbling immediately and to turn his gaze over to his friend. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, he’s sure, but something about the Lombax made him curious. Made him believe that something is suspicious, and he couldn’t figure out what exactly until…

He noticed he only had three fries left.

That was when he placed his gloved hands on his hips, squinting his eyes to such a degree that it’s hard to spot the vivid green from them. He made eye contact with his crush, who he’s more than positive is wearing a smirk on his face.

“Did you… did you jus’ steal a fry?” Overly-dramatic emphasis was placed on the last word, making the speedy individual sounding like a little kid who just got his toy stolen. Or, a better comparison would be an animal who’s protective of their property.

He dragged the fries closer to him and must have looked crazed while doing so. He then pointed two fingers towards Ratchet and then back at him.

“I’m watchin’ you, buddy.”

He’s not exactly serious, per se, but you must be pulling your leg if he isn’t going to act dramatic for it.

[azurexalacrity]

“Wait -

There’s a thing where you can turn people into ducks now!?” Someone’s intrigued.

[azurexalacrity]

Weapon Master = Ozzy’s gun xDD

Send “Weaponmaster!” and a weapon! AKA: Let Sonic toy with your weapons… Or not lol | @gcrminator

Item Obtained: Ozzy’s gun!

 The speedster found himself stammering, tripping over his words like a clumsy fool trailing across the halls on their first day of high school. The words he planned to use become incoherent, and he rather gawked rather stupidly at the cop who put an arm forward and held out the gun. His gun. The one thing Sonic never thought would ever be in his possession…

Oh, how he’s definitely not going to turn down this offer.

Without a word, he nearly yanked the weapon out of the cell’s hands, holding it close to him with immense interest. If Drix were to tell him that this isn’t a good idea, he wouldn’t listen. And, really, it’s not like he would be listening as of now. Thrill illuminated his emerald eyes, glistening into billions of specs that would be mistaken as stars if looked close.

His grin spread from ear to ear, and he didn’t care if it made his face wince. His sneakers bounced gleefully, like a hyperactive kid blazing around in a candy store. It looked like he made off with a toy, but one that is oh so real. And now? Now, it’s in his hands. For now, anyway.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of guns, yes, but something about a gun like this was too cool in his eyes. To him, it was like from a sci-fi movie, where little green men invaded the Earth’s moon for cheese (the classic, “take me to your leader” movie, mind you). It’s truly immersing, captivating, and makes the hedgehog all the more awestruck to toy with this thing.

He squinted one of his eyes, moved one step forward, and held out the gun. His index finger curled on the trigger and with one pull, his eyes widened upon seeing what spewed out of the gun. He blinked. He didn’t expect it to come out so fast. Well, he hoped that he didn’t hit anyone with wherever that blast is going.

He grinned at Ozzy sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as nervous laughter emits from him. “How… how far does dat blast go anyway?”

In other words: He really hoped he didn’t hit anyone.

[azurexalacrity]

“You should have seen the other guy.”

Send me “You should have seen the other guy” for my muse to patch yours up after a fight | @intercosmiic

 He should have seen this coming is more like it.

The speedster knew well enough of the adventures that his friend tackles day in and day out. He was well invested into the knowledge of the Galactic Rangers to know of the dangers they face daily. Heck, he even knows of the Lombax’s recklessness… Something that reminds him all too much of himself honestly.

…But this? He can’t even dig into his brain deep enough to figure out what in the world has happened on this adventure. It pegged him desperately to ask, but he decided to keep his trap shut. After all, why question it when it’s an ordinary thing for Ratchet to do, right?

“Ya sure it was one guy? Or a whole dozen of ‘em?” he inquired, his gloved fingers gripping tightly on one of the bandages as he wrapped it around one of the other hero’s arm, “I mean, it had ta be a whole army, right? Or did one decided ta give ya a pretty shiner?”

He remembered how much he had to internally wince upon seeing Ratchet stumble in the garage; injuries and all. His heart pounded in milliseconds, with him causing gusts of dry air to pick up in the shelter once he ran up to him. He recalled how Ratchet and Clank had to remind him that there was Nanotech around, but he didn’t waste a second to gather the First Aid.

More likely than not, he forgot all about the Nanotech in the first place. This is what happens when you and your friend are from two different planets. Or galaxies.

Shutting his eyes so tight that they might as well been screwed in, he gave out a deep breath, averting his eyes from the injured ranger for a moment. Concern shimmered in his eyes, practically gleaming by the sun’s blinding rays from outside. He almost had the urge to peck the bandaged wound, but he didn’t have it in him.

Not this time.

A deafening screech disturbed the silence in the room, all caused by the scooting of the hedgehog’s chair. His sneakers dragged themselves towards the other’s boots, raising themselves upward so that he can be on his tippy toes. A gloved hand of his reached forward to gently touch Ratchet’s cheek, right under where the black eye was.

One would think the blue one was smiling or giving out one of his speeches, but no. He didn’t. The worried frown plastered on his face was deepening, and it didn’t seem like it was going to wear off anytime soon.

“…Listen, I…” Another sigh escaped him. He swallowed. “…I know dat ya do this all da time. Beatin’ up bad guys and everythin’. But…” He bit his lip. “What ya do is different than I do. I fight robots and ya do too. You also fight other people. People who can kill others faster than… Than…! Than, well, probably than me. Than my own two feet.”

His speed was what he meant to say.

He released the touch, hitting his spiked back against his chair. “Time is faster than me.” Boy, did it hurt to say that. “Time is faster than me and if ya get into a rough spot, I dunno if I can ma-make it in time. I know y’er not vulnerable and dat ya have da rangers and Clank ta help ya out. I know dat y’er not some scrawny weaklin’ out there. I know ya aren’t…”

His voice became soft, softer than his friend has possibly heard him. It hurt to not be so boisterous and loud.

“I jus’… I jus’ worry dat one day I won’t be there and you’ll be… You’ll be… Y’anno?” He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t. It hurt too much. Far too much. It only made his restless nights worse. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t…

“Jus’ swear ta me you’ll save y’er behind da best ya can, okay? Dat’s all I ask…”

All he’ll ever ask of him.

[azurexalacrity]

"Oh! I get the joke now!" ......................//no she doesnt.//

Steven Universe Ask Meme | @cosmcther

 In baseball terms, that joke was certainly out of bounds. Heck, one could say it’s considered a complete foul due to how much he has to break the joke down into little breadcrumbs; with each breadcrumb containing the full details of the joke. And, boy did it make the speedster’s cheeks puff up so much in embarrassment that it’s making a showcase for his adorable little dimples.

Of course, he couldn’t blame his friend for not understanding what he was saying. Although, he thought she would have some kind of inkling of getting the proper idea of it. The joke was about the star-plastered void that is space, after all.

Ah well. Sonic guessed that he can’t win them all in the end (though, surely, it’ll be a miracle if he did).

His gloved fingers combed over his strands of quills, to which flared up like how a domestic cat would react to being dunked in a tub of water (he would sympathize with that metaphorical cat). His lips curled into a sheepish smile, along with him rubbing one of his arms. However, despite the sheepishness, the smile was also soft and has no intentions of being harmful.

Explaining the joke wouldn’t be harmful at all.

“Ya see… comet sounds a lot like comic, right? And I said ‘what do planets like to read?’ So, I say ‘Comet books!’ S’ a play on words!”

He hoped that could be a better explanation than just handing a comic book to Rosalina. That previous explanation was… not his best work at explanations. Then again, his brother is the better expert at that.

[azurexalacrity]

 The distinct smell of salt and seaweed wrinkled the hedgehog’s nose, but he didn’t give any thought of it. Nothing like the rolling, foamy waves crawling upon the soaked shore sent chills down his spine. Not this time. His infamous pair of sneakers nailed themselves against the flat, hard batch of sand. He never liked sand, and always found it to be rough and aggravating; especially when it gets into his quills.

However, he wasn’t going to express his disgust with the sand. He wasn’t going to complain like a pint-sized toddler either. Today isn’t the day for that. Instead, it’s one for practice. For fun. For getting adrenaline to course through his veins and his eyes to spark of excitement.

His position was on the opposite end of the net. The net that separated his group of friends, yet established that they’re competing. Competing in hopes of winning against the Blue Blur. And while this blur has an advantage, he’s going to play fair.

That didn’t mean it’s going to be easy to beat him though.

Breathing in the fresh air, he cracked his gloved fingers, get himself into position, and eagerly waited for that volleyball to hurtle his way. His grin of pearly whites glinted in the sun, telling his friends that he’s ready and he’s ready to practice for the upcoming Olympics.

Game on.

[azurexalacrity]

@universalcarnival clicked “❤️” for a starter!!!

 Strange occurrences were never a new thing for Sonic, and that included anything extraterrestrial, magical, or paranormal. In fact, the more there’s a word of it, the more he’s gravitated towards it like a moth to a flame. It’s no wonder why holidays such has Halloween always bring out the excitement of the hedgehog, like a child who has already consumed buckets of sugar.

However, this is one of those instances where it’s... Absent. Now, instead of running up towards the oddity with a gust of wind, he’s standing across from them, tilting his head to the side and placing his hands on his hips, humming thoughtfully.

One would think he would question the oddity’s characteristics, but all he spoke was, “...Hey, dude. I don’t got a bone ta pick with ya or anythin’ but - How does a guy like you fair in da sun? Like, is it possible f’er you ta get sunburned or-?”

Real smooth, Sonic.

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@masked-star-warrior continued from here

The masked knight was silent for long, lingering moment. The cold wind caught his cape, which he then wrapped tightly around his diminutive form. His golden eyes, which were gazing into the distance, turned to regard the young Hedgehog.

“One more piece of advice.” Meta Knight’s voice had turned somber, filled with memory. “Do not allow failure to warp the person you are, or corrupt the person you wish to be. It is easy to over-analyze defeat, to dwell upon every single action taken or not taken, to become obsessed with the minutia of one’s own shortcomings.”

Meta Knight’s tone grew bitter, his eyes wandered to the cold stone he was perched upon. “That path will only end in one becoming a twisted shadow of their former self. Agonizing over what could have been invariably leads to distorting what is, and will be.”

The Star Warrior’s gleaming eyes rose to meet Sonic’s once again. “You are young. Your friends trust you, care for you. Do not let your emotions boil away at your insides, share them with those who would listen. There is no need to grow cold and unfeeling like barren rock.”

 A soft exhale slipped out of the speedster as if he were to slip on a banana peel and have pockets of dirt shoved into his mouth. That smile on his face vanished almost instantly, gaining that frown back and having him once again have another round of shutting his eyes. Hopefully, for his sake, it was only temporary.

It wasn’t rocket science for him to know exactly what the knight is talking about. He had his fair share of rock bottoms. Of having his mangled body being plunged into the heart of a pit with no ladder or rope to free him. He had to use his bare hands and rely on his will to assist him to crawl back up the pit. He can’t recall how many times his knees were scrapped by it. The only thing he can remember was the events that transpired and how much the guilt burdened him.

...But he knew these said events didn’t corrupt him. He didn’t let them consume him. He didn’t allow them to claw him to death, nor will his friends. His friends cherished him too much to let him fall. And he wouldn’t let them fall to their own demise either. And, really, it made him think...

Why? Why was he letting his emotions tore his insides? Why was he having them stored in a bottle and keeping it until it explodes? He knew he wanted to protect his friends and keep them from worrying, but... Doesn’t that make them worry far more about his state?

“...Sharin’ ‘em is harder than lettin’ my emotions free,” he sorrowfully admitted, wrapping his arms securely over his stomach, “But, believe me, ‘m tryin’. I won’t let myself become a shell or hide inside my room f’er years on end ‘cuz I feel guilty. I ain’t ‘bout dat life. If I can tell my friends dat it’s okay f’er ‘em ta let out their feelings, then... I should let out mine, right...?”

He sounded hesitant at those last words, but they’re sincere all the same.

[azurexalacrity]

💬 /chinhands/

Send my muse 💬to learn one thing they wish they can tell you | @intercosmiic

 A gloved hand rested against one of his hips, while his other hand dangled by his side. The other hand twitched its fingers, almost as if wanting to place itself against a certain Lombax’s shoulder, but he attempted to compose himself. Or, at the very least, control his emotions.

A swift breath of air was pushed out of him. It was like his mind is assuring itself that it’s okay to speak and speak whatever it wishes.

“…I wish dat I can tell ya da one thing I’ve been meanin’ ta tell ya a long, long time ago. I know it’s not easy. S’ never an easy thing ta do and I think ‘m a total nutjob f’er doing this in da first place. But… it makes me so… unsure of what da future has in store. F’er you and f’er me…”

He dragged his gloved fingers against his cheek, scratching it in a circular motion. A nervous habit, one could guess.

“Remember da mistletoe? Da… one thing that got you ta kiss me right on da spot? And how nervous I got? Yeah, dat. Those… those feelings of mine didn’t jus’ happen from da mistletoe. I’ve been havin’ those feelings f’er a long time and I… I dunno what ta do about ‘em.

I want ta tell you how I really feel. I want ta say da three words I’ve been wantin’ ta say f'er who knows how long. I want ta say it and scream it to da sky. But…

I want ta make sure when it’s da right time ta do it. Ta make sure ‘m not rushin’ into things. Ta make sure ‘m not ruinin’ our friendship jus’ by doin’ this. There’s a lot of worries dat’s been preventin’ me from sayin’ this. I know I shouldn’t let my worries get a hold of me, but da thing is… I never felt like this before. I never felt this way, and s’ makin’ me crazy. S’ makin’ me fall in love. And… never in my life have I’ve been wantin’ ta say da these three words…”

He took a step forward.

“I love you.”

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✪ WORLD OF LIGHT DRABBLE ✪

...They say darkness is what one considers comforting. The feeling of a black, endless void curling around your limbs, forcing your eyelids to shut & embrace it while your consciousness begins to ebb away. It was one’s way of slipping off into unconsciousness, entering into the realm of dreams where your imagination is at its strongest; which can be both a blessing & a curse.

However, this darkness surrounding the blue hedgehog was anything but comforting. It all came so fast as well. Faster than his mind can process it. Faster than his legs could scurry across the land to gather to safety. Faster than he could save that innocent, Electric-type Pokemon from those haunting grasps of golden light. It’s kind of funny, he thought. How light could be so threatening.

Yet, there was no light to greet him now. The second his eyes snapped open, all he could see was black. It was devoid of any twinkling, beautifully bright stars that he came to love to head out when he needed time to think. It had nothing like galaxies swarming around or planets hovering over the void. No, it was... Nothing. Nothing but him floating in there, swallowed up by this strange, empty world.

His mouth protruded, opening to bring oxygen into his lungs & to utter some sort of question. The question that’s been on his mind the very start where this haunting light brought him here. “Where...” The rest of his words was caught in his throat the very second a bone-chilling grasp whipped at him, having him release a torrent of violent coughs.

His sapphire quills bristled, raising like layers upon layers of little hairs raising on his arms. He gripped on said arms, bringing his legs to his chest & slamming his forehead against his knees. His emerald eyes were shut, screwed so tightly that they start to writhe miserably. His entire body convulsed while the cold kept gripping him, grappling him to someplace else. No, grabbing his mind to somewhere else.

There was a voice he could have sworn he heard past the deafening noise of his rapid heartbeat. It made all his motions cease, his head removing himself from his curled position, & veered up at what he believes to be the so-called ceiling of this horrible, horrible place.

Up above, pillars of the same light that brought him here appeared, shimmering onto nothingness yet glimmering his scrunched eyes of questioning. The voice came again. Whispering, alien, unnatural like any other person or thing he had ever met. Yet, at the same time, it was calling. Comforting? Not really, but it was the only source where he can gather some safety. Some solace.

That voice became louder, stronger while he reached a gloved hand toward the light, but something made him drop the act & have his arm plop against his side at once. He swerved his head from left to right, wondering if another voice was calling him. No, it was a presence. A presence of the one who survived the terror of the light; a presence of the one that’s possibly battering his possessed husk of a body right now.

All he knew of this presence was that it was... Pink.

[azurexalacrity]

@bluebirdsmuses clicked “❤️” for a starter!!!

For @lombaxinhiding / Angela!~

 The sand brushed over the terrain as if they were salty, foaming waves splashing against the docks. Grains of it were carried under the powerful currents of the wind, pushing in blasts of warm, muggy air. Sand was everywhere - On the shrubs, cacti, and even getting into Sonic’s infamous pair of sneakers. Soon, it’ll be getting in his fur, his quills, and even in between his teeth; much to his dismay.

Soleanna’s desert was never forgiving, especially for how massive it is. Sunlight glimmered upon the endless sea of sand, making it appear as if it were to star in some light show. Though, that wasn’t the only thing that came off as a beacon of light...

Fragments of painted metal were sprawled all across the sand, now coating every nook and cranny of them with specs of the land. Thanks to their weight, they never spread across the desert like some scavenger hunt. No; all they ever gained was pockets and pockets of sand. Following the trail of them, he came across a woman, presumably the owner of all these pieces.

Honestly, she looked like she was the spitting image of this tundra - Except for all the out-worldly clothing and vehicle. It was like she came from another era. An era that Sonic’s planet hasn’t evolved from yet. Hopefully, none of the technology in his world isn’t outdated enough to help her out.

“Hey, m’am!” he began to the foreigner, casually slapping his palms against one another to announce his presence, “I saw some bits of y’er ship lyin’ around, and if ya don’t get to ‘em in time, they might as well become one with da desert!” He uttered a chuckle. Or, at least, tried to without getting any sand in his mouth. His mouth was pressed into a line afterwards, with his eyes curving in concern. “....But dat means ya crashed down ‘ere too. Are... You okay? Anythin’ broken?”

Besides your ship, that is.

[azurexalacrity]

“I think I’m gonna go stare at a wall for a while and rethink everything.”

Gravity Falls Sentence Starters #1 | @intercosmiic

Emerald eyes were scrunched into questioning upon listening to his friend’s statement. All that came from him was him humming from the depths of his throat; his voice coated with nothing more but sympathy.

Each of his heartstrings were yanked at hearing the Galactic Ranger uttering those words. Two parts of him were split, as if the two halves of his brain wanted to go different pastures. Different probabilities. Different suggestions as to how he would approach the situation.

Instead of letting the Lombax be, a soft smile spread across his lips. His gloved hand gingerly touched Ratchet’s shoulder, hoping that he’ll take a moment to look at him.

“Hey…” he began, his voice quiet and nearly inaudible, but enough for anyone to notice him nearby, “Starin’ at da wall is borin’. How about we take a breath of fresh air outside where da stars are out? There’s all da time in da world ta think there. That is… If ya want to.”

[azurexalacrity]

“My car won’t start…” (DARN SNOW, HIS BABY IS BROKEN SONIC, CALL TAILS TO FIX IT)

Winter Starters | @gcrminator​

Despite the slamming of snowflakes against the windows, encasing it with nothing but snow to obscure everything else in sight, the hedgehog whipped his head around, nearly falling out of the shotgun if it wasn’t for his seatbelt. He blinked multiple times as his eyes widened upon facing Ozzy, as if what he heard was ludicrous.

“…You mean ta tell me…” he started, clasping his gloved palms together to emphasize his point, then pointing all ten fingers to his friend, “Dat we’re stuck in da car!?”

One of his sneakers rammed itself at the window beside him, but it wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t shatter into smithereens either, much to his dismay. Without a moment to waste, and with his hands free from being frostbitten at this very second, he grabbed out his cell, dialing the numbers immediately.

“Yo, Tails? Lil’ bro?” he questioned, tapping his fingers on the edge of his seat, “My friend and I are in a lil’ jam. A car jam. So, would ya mind grabbin’ y’er tools and headin’ over ta fix da… Errr… Car? ‘Cuz if ya can, dat’ll be fine and dandy!”

[azurexalacrity]

20!!!

 (2) Word Prompts | @crackshoting

 #20: First Aid

 An irritated frown pressed on the hedgehog’s lips, to which his arms folded over his now bandaged chest. His leg was starting to get mummified with the bandages as well, much to his displeasure with the sting in his wounds. He did this all to himself, however. As reckless as he is, getting all roughed up was bound to happen eventually. It didn’t help that his friend has gotten an influence on him, doing crazier things that he hasn’t even thought of before. 

 “Dude, I told ya I could have handled it. Back where I live, I’ve gotten hit by things far more dangerous than bullets or runnin’ into cacti. Now, can we start with y’er wounds, please?” The aggravated tone of his voice suggested that he rather not just sit here & let himself be all dolled up with these stupid medical non-adhesive bandages. 

 Once taking the opportunity, the hero from another world immediately began wrapping bandages on the raccoon, albeit in a sloppy manner. With Sonic’s expertise with fixing up injuries, the hedgehog is as inexperienced as giving a child keys to drive a vehicle, but he tried to prevent his friend’s wounds from bleeding profusely. “Sides, ‘m not da one who thought of da plan anyway. All I said was dat we gotta get outta there and fast. I didn’t mean f’er us ta roll down a huge slope to escape!”

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Sonic's whole deal of pressing a kiss to Ratchet's wounds has become some sort of habit. Yet this time, the lombax decides to tease him a bit as he smirks softly. "You know.. I think you've had your lips on me more times than I can count. You're not hidin' something, are ya?~"

 ( @intercosmiic )

 Kissing one’s wounds when injured became a habit of Sonic’s ever since he was small, gently kissing on “boo-boo’s” that his brother got, like a mother would do to a child. However, it didn’t become as to recent as it has been today, with the constant smooches on the Lombax’s injuries, whether something as minor or major. The speedster wasn’t even aware of it becoming a habit… Not until Ratchet pointed it out. 

 Emerald eyes blinked rapidly, with heat rising to his cheeks & coating them with a rosy red blush that’ll soon spread to his ears. His mouth parted in a small “O” shape & his hands rolled up into nervous little fists as if he’s been caught red-handed. He then fell into a spell of nervous laughter, rubbing his back quills.

 “Wha-haha-at? Me? Hidin’ somethin’?” One gloved hand slapped against his chest, his face twisting into an over exaggerated expression of offense. “Ratchet, ‘m insulted! As if I would keep any secrets from you! Dat would violate our friend-code, doncha see? And y’anno me - I don’t have any secrets!” Uh huh, right. This hedgehog has a bad case of Liar Liar, Pants on Fire. & of course, any liar would be detected by one look in the eye. Or, in this case, detected by the mechanic beside him. 

 …He knew he should have kept his trap shut, as now his little secret is appearing much more obvious by the day. “I mean, there’s nuthin’ wrong with tendin’ to y’er friend’s wounds, huh?”

[azurexalacrity]

"You're making me nervous actually."

 Cinderella (2015) starters Pt. 2 | @shcllgame

 A confident, excitable smirk tugged on the edges of the hedgehog’s lips, to which the Blue Blur stood firmly on the field, bringing his gloved fists up for some thrilling action. There was no doubt in his mind that the young woman in the big, red mecha suit was nervous (even before she stated it), perhaps even anxious about doing this, but he tried his best to not make this seem as dangerous as it looks out to be.

 “Aw c’mon now, I know ‘m pretty small compared to y’er mech but s’ not like y’er gonna shoot me into da sky with dat thing. ‘M stronger than I look. I’ve taken bigger mechs than yours. Heck, even a whole militia of ‘em! Sooo…” His grin widened & his sneakers bounced much like a kid in a candy store. “Show me what ya got!”