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[tornado1992]

"This was why he didn't play with other kids around his age. He couldn't. He didn't know how. He was too broken. Somewhere along the line, he'd lost some crucial pieces and couldn't be repaired. Not without the right parts."

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Sharing is Caring but We Never Learned How

Summary:

As their friend group expands to include both Cream and Charmy, Tails has to learn to share his big brother's attention with the younger kids. Spoiler alert: he isn't very good at it.

Chapter 6

The morning of October 16th arrived with a bang. Literally. 

The door to Tails's bedroom banged against the wall when it swung open. He startled awake and barely had time to react before Sonic less-than-gracefully launched himself at his bed with all the fanfare a cheap kazoo and a confetti cannon had to offer. Little scraps of colorful paper fluttered down around Tails as Sonic treated his mattress like a trampoline, bleating out a rather discordant rendition of "Happy Birthday" on his plastic kazoo.

But it meant starting the day full of laughter, something neither of them could complain about. Sonic tossed Tails his own confetti cannon so he could try and retaliate, but zipped out of the room before he could even take aim.

"Kitchen's the safe zone!" Sonic hollered to him. "That's not the kinda confetti we want sprinkled in our birthday pancake batter!"

"Pancakes!" Tails cheered, skidding into the hallway after him, unsurprised to find Sonic wagging his finger at him from just beyond the kitchen's threshold. "Come out and face me like a hedgehog, ya coward!"

"Coward?" Sonic grinned deviously. "I think you mean genius."

"You would be, except you failed to consider one key factor in your genius plan." Tails pointed out.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I'll eat anything if it's covered in syrup!" Tails took aim and blasted Sonic in the face with the confetti cannon, cackling as his big brother and the kitchen were immediately covered in a rainbow of colors.

The scraps of paper got caught on his quills, sticking to him worse than they'd stuck to Tails's fur. He'd be able to brush them out of fox fur easy enough, but Sonic would have to pick each scrap off himself individually. Unless he wanted to go about his day looking like a piñata.

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