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The Doctor walked into his classroom, placing his computer bag onto his desk next to his school computer which was sitting on the lower part. He relaxed into his swivel chair with a slight huff, relinquishing in the time before his noisy students arrived. Tapping away at his computer after it had slowly powered on, Robotnik turned on some heavy rock to start his day.
His daughter, Sage, followed in behind, placing her bag on the back of her chair then her binder and textbook on the table, since she had her father’s class first thing in the morning. Even when she didn’t, Sage joined him in the morning since she arrived before any of the other students. She refused to take the bus when she had a perfectly good ride at her disposal.
The father-daughter duo was somewhat matching today as Sage wore a black a-line dress with a white top underneath while Robotnik donned a jet black turtleneck and suit jacket with matching slacks. However, it wasn’t very obvious that they were father and daughter since Sage had cream coloured hair, white overtaking the right side as a result of her vitiligo that depigmented most of the right side of her face. Red strands of hair were a stark contrast to her pale demeanour. Whereas, Robotnik was naturally ginger, but dyed his hair a dark brunette. His ginger roots would peak through occasionally depending on how long he went without re-dying his hair. Currently, they made no appearance.
Robotnik focused on teaching the grade eleven and twelve physics classes, but dabbled in chemistry, biology, math, and pre-calculus when needed. Along with fabrication and mechanics when he wanted to teach something more hands on. He wasn’t going to let his five PhDs go to waste.
Cabinets full of experiment and teaching materials sat along the side walls of his classroom, while a whiteboard and TV sat behind his desk, the main door sharing wall space right at the edge. Windows that stretched from the ceiling to the counters covered the back wall, lighting up the classroom. Robotnik rarely had the lights on. Plus, the bright lights always worsened his oncoming, or already pounding, headaches.
He was stationed in one of the four science classrooms that were bunched together just off the main hallway of the school, his being one of the two corner rooms. A storage room separated him from Maddie, the biology teacher. Beside him was the chemistry teacher, Rockwell, who infuriated him to no end. Maddie is at least tolerable. The last classroom belongs to Rachel, the general science teacher. Robotnik, without a doubt, was on her side whenever she suggested that Maddie divorce her husband, Tom, the math teacher.
Although Robotnik would never admit it, Rachel was fun to gossip with.
But, no one compared to the english teacher.
“Good morning, Doctor!” Stone greeted as he walked through the classroom door, two thermoses in hand, colour coordinated for their person. “And good morning, Sage!” Every morning he delivered the father-daughter duo their hot drinks after dropping his belongings off in his classroom.
He was followed by a blue haired kid, his son, Metal, wearing a yellow, blue, white, and brown striped hoodie and obsidian cargo pants. He sat beside Sage at their table. The two were practically siblings and definitely bickered like so. They shared all their core classes and were currently fighting for the highest average in their grade. Sage was a bit more impressive considering she was far younger than her classmates. She was also known as the child prodigy - she had mixed feelings about the nickname.
Metal used American Sign Language as his method of communicating and Sage was, unfortunately, one of few who understood it. Even then he barely used it, he was more of a listener. They had clicked from a young age and had been inseparable ever since.
“Good morning, Mister Stone.” Sage smiled as Stone handed her the turquoise thermos.
He wandered off to Robotnik’s desk, leaning against it with his back towards the kids. “Here you are, Doctor.” Stone smiled, delivering him his infamous Austrian goat milk latte in the red thermos. He wore a dull green, pink, and purple cardigan with a beige shirt and brown pants.
Robotnik ripped the thermos from his hand, quickly bringing it to his lips, attempting to hide the heat rising in his cheeks and tips of his ears. The feeling had become quite a regular occurrence.
“Perfect as always,” He praised, savouring the warmth blooming in his chest. He rotated his chair back towards the other man.
“What’s on the agenda today?” Stone asked.
“Y’know, the usual, refraining from strangling kids when they can’t solve a simple multi-dimensional collision equation or when they continue to ask me inane questions, like, for example, is South positive or negative? North and East are positive whereas South and West are negative! How hard is that to understand? They are fucked if they can’t figure something as straightforward as the concept of direction vectors.” Robotnik took another sip from his thermos. “Bunch of imbeciles I tell you.”
“That’s what they have you for, Doctor.”
“I wish they didn’t.” He swivelled his chair back and forth slightly as they talked. “As for you?”
Robotnik normally wasn’t interested in small talk, but yes, Stone was his exception. He had expected to get along (somewhat) with the science teachers, but they were about as incompetent as the students. The english teacher, who also happened to teach social studies, was not in his books as the teacher he’d frequent with. But, and Robotnik would never admit it, he had learned quite a bit from Stone and vice versa.
“My grade ten and twelves are writing an essay on some of Shakespeare’s plays.”
“Ugh, I bet they're going to love that.” Robotnik rolled his eyes. “What plays?”
“Romeo and Juliet-” Stone was interrupted with an exaggerated yawn from the Doctor.
“Boring. Overrated.” He slouched in his chair, seemingly bored. Robotnik despised Romeo and Juliet as he had told Stone several times. It was cliche and overdone at this point. Plus, the deep hatred for Romeo only strengthened his strong feelings for the play.
“And Hamlet.”
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.” Robotnik placed the back of his hand on his forehead, sinking further into his chair and turning away from Stone, enacting the scene.
“Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” Stone continued.
He straightened in his chair, “Nerd.”
“I don’t recall being the one with not one, not three, but five PhDs.” Stone shook his head playfully.
Robotnik smirked, “And you know what’s hard about being the smartest person in the world?”
“Everyone else is stupid.” Stone responded, having been asked the exact question by the older man on multiple occasions.
“Stupid! Yes, way to go.” The Doctor jumped out of his chair, placing himself right in front of the other man who was still leaning against his desk, “You got that one!”
Robotnik placed his gloved hands on both of Stone’s cheeks, holding his head still. “Stone?” He asked, making direct eye contact.
“Yes, Doctor?” Stone smiled, looking up at him with his big ol’ doe eyes.
“If one more kid forgets their name on their homework I am going to use them to demonstrate momentum in three dimensions. Seriously, how hard is it to remember something so menial?” Robotnik ranted as he shook Stone’s head in the process.
Stone sighed, “I feel you. I’ll gladly send some of my students over.”
“Ugh, the last thing I need is more dim-witted skin tags pestering me.” He patted one of Stone’s cheeks before dropping his hands, and he swore he felt the man follow the contact.
A few other students had trickled in during the tail-end of their conversation. “Well, I should head back to my classroom. Have a good day, Doctor!” He wished.
“Yeah, whatever.” He grumbled while sitting back down in his chair, deleting all the emails he had received - both read and unread.
“See you two in a bit!” Stone waved to Metal and Sage as he walked out the door.
“Goodbye, Mister Stone.” Sage waved back.
“See you later, baba.” Metal signed.
The kids had been going over their homework while the adults talked, checking over their answers as they did everyday before class. The current section was working on vector addition problems, which was a breeze for the top two smartest students. To no one’s surprise, both Sage and Metal had calculated the same answers for each and every question. The only difference being Metal broke the questions up into parts while Sage just wrote the final answer. She was able to calculate the answer before she even finished writing down all the variables. It was of no use to her to break the question up. Plus, she got all the marks, so why would she? But, it definitely helped that her father was the physics teacher. For math, she begrudgingly wrote down all of her steps.
As the classroom filled with students, Robotnik began taking attendance, peeking up from his computer every now and again to see if a student was present or not. He had a strict late-slip policy.
An unruly, blue haired kid attempted to walk into class without one. Sonic, the class clown and the most annoying student Robotnik has ever had the displeasure of teaching. The Doctor approached him with long strides.
“You’re tardy.” He stared down, narrowing on the boy. He crossed his arms and straightened his posture to appear more threatening.
“I’m not late, I’m right on time!” Sonic smiled, “I bet you haven’t even done attendance yet, egghead.” This kid was going to get it one day.
“Go. Late-slip. Now.” Robotnik pointed out the door and towards the hallway. “Don’t come back until you have one.”
Sonic rolled his eyes, turning around to head to the office. “I play by my own rules. Remember that, egghead” He yelled as he ran off.
“Sure you do,” he shut the door and promptly stalked back to his desk to start on the notes. The classroom was dead silent besides the sound of his own footsteps.
The eighty minute class passed by in a blur as the Doctor dove deep into theories far beyond grade eleven physics, leaving the class quite confused, except for Sage and Metal of course. They always went above and beyond, doing their own research.
The bell rang and the students hastily tossed their belongings in their bags. Sonic leaned back in his chair to talk to the person sitting behind him, lifting two feet off the ground. He opened his mouth to ask them a question, but before he could say anything, the chair slipped out from underneath him and sent him to the ground with a loud bang.
“I doubt he was thinking at all.” Sage snickered to Metal, failing to stifle a laugh behind her hand.
Robotnik, on the other hand, burst out laughing at the scene in front of him. “I see you’re playing stupid again. And you’re winning!”
“I’ll make you eat those words!” Sonic sprung up back to his feet, lifting the chair up with him.
“Get out of my sight, rugrat.” Robotnik, for the second time in that class, pointed at the door.
The bell had rung, signalling the end of second period and the start of lunch. Robotnik rubbed his temples as the students filtered out of the classroom. He wiped the board clean of grade twelve two dimension momentum collisions. The second period was, thankfully, pretty uneventful. His grade twelves were far better behaved than his other grades (somewhat, they all had their moments).
One of his grade ten students, lengthy and brunette, walked in as he grabbed the test they had missed prior from his desk. Robotnik did have some lenience for his more tolerable students.
“Come.” He waved them over to the storage room as he stood in front of the door. The student placed their backpack on one of the seats, grabbing their pencil and scientific calculator while stuffing their phone in the bag. They hurried as Robotnik stared them down. He was not a patient man.
The student walked in front of Robotnik, grabbing the test along the way, and into the narrow, but long, storage room full of chemicals, equipment, containers, and more. In the middle of the room, beside the counters on one side, sat a single desk and chair for students to write exams.
“Sit.” Robotnik commanded from the doorway. They placed the paper on the desk with their pencil and calculator. “If I catch you cheating it's an automatic zero.” He warned as he closed the door behind him and slumped into his chair.
Just when he thought he finally had some peace and quiet, the english teacher walked in with lunch in hand.
“Good afternoon, Doctor.” Stone smiled.
“Ugh, not you again.” Robotnik rolled his eyes, but the small twitch of his moustache gave away his true feelings. Understandably, Stone could read him like a book.
“I brought lunch!” He placed one of the two clear containers on his desk in front of him. The contents included a salad and sandwich. Stone took it upon himself to bring lunch everyday since Robotnik didn't. He had been doing it for years at this point and the Doctor never complained once. It didn’t stop Sage from always harping on him for not bringing lunch.
Robotnik pulled off the clear blue top and started eating the ham and cheese sandwich. Stone, again, leaned back against his desk right beside the older man. Robotnik could see Stone staring at him through the corner of his eye. He always did and with a giant smile that made his chest flutter for reasons he didn't want to acknowledge - so he didn't. Instead, Robotnik avoided eye contact as the tips of his ears began to burn.
They ate in silence until Stone spoke up, “How were your classes?”
“Don't even, Stone. You already know.” Robotnik tossed his container onto his desk. “Sir, what’s the magnitude of acceleration due to gravity?” He mocked. “Nine point eight one metres per second squared you imbeciles. They're doomed, Stone. I can't save them. It's too late.” He leaned back into his chair, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
“If anyone can do it it's you, Doctor.” Stone smiled, placing his own container onto the counter behind him, now facing Robotnik.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Stone.” He dragged his hands down his face then into his lap where he clasped them together, crossing his legs. “One kid dared to complain about my use of lemmings in my physics questions. Apparently sending them into the sky at one hundred and twenty metres per second or a distance of two hundred metres is unlawful. I try to formulate interesting questions and they dare to complain, Stone! They just don't appreciate what I do for them. Bunch of termites is what they are.”
“They don’t understand your genius like I do, Doctor.” Stone cleared his throat immediately after and Robotnik watched as his cheeks grew flushed. Embarrassed probably.
“I’d like to see you solve a question on the photoelectric effect, or if you’re feeling confident, electromagnetic induction.” Robotnik smirked.
“It’s crazy, but I did take physics thirty, and I passed with honours.” Stone placed himself in front of the Doctor, millimetres away from touching his legs.
“I like the way you try.” Robotnik straightened out in his chair. “I graduated high school as the valedictorian at the ripe age of ten and earned my first PhD at fifteen. You can’t compare so stop trying before you embarrass yourself, Stone.”
He leaned forwards, placing his hands on the chair arms and trapping Robotnik in place. “You’re magnificent.” He looked at the Doctor, eyes half-lidded and hazy.
Robotnik could feel as his heart rate increased and threatened to rip out of his chest. Heat began to seep into his cheeks. “Thank you sycophant, your admiration is inevitable.” He blushed. Why was Stone making him feel so weird and warm and fuzzy? Robotnik couldn’t fathom why he didn’t necessarily want the feeling to dissipate. It was odd. He’d have to see a cardiologist.
Before Stone could reply, the door of the storage room creaked open. The younger man whipped himself away from the Doctor, standing up straight and out of his personal space. Robotnik’s back was to the student, but could hear them come to a stop just outside the storage room. Silence stretched on for a moment before the student awkwardly approached as Robotnik swivelled his chair to face them.
They extended the paper out to Robotnik and he snatched them from the students hand, seemingly unphased by the position he and Stone were caught in. He was aware of the rumours, but they simply weren’t true and why would he care? The idea didn't even irritate him. It was almost funny that they thought he and Stone were together of all people. But, he also had better things to worry about like grading tests and assigning seventeen pages of homework every night.
The kid scurried out of the classroom, leaving the two adults alone once again. “I should probably let you get back to work. I’m sure you have lots of marking to do.” Stone smiled, but something was off. “I’ll see you after school?”
“I’ll be here. I do, in fact, have quite a stack to mark.” Robotnik pulled out a red pen from his pencil holder that sat beside his computer to grade the test he was just given. He loved his alone time, but the Doctor found that he didn’t want Stone to leave just yet. There were still ten minutes left!
“Bye, Doctor!” Stone wished as he left the classroom. He had left both of his containers behind, so he surely would be coming back. Robotnik wondered how Stone got anything done when he was always hanging out in his classroom.
Well, that was if he wasn’t being pestered by a group of students. They all seemed to love him. They’d gather around him like a flock of seagulls if he wasn’t talking to anyone, but definitely not when Robotnik was around. They avoided him like the plague. He was fine with that. That was exactly what he wanted. However, Robotnik didn’t understand what made Stone so interesting. He was just an english teacher!
Sage and Metal walked to their lockers, which happened to be beside each other, after the bell rang for lunch, walking from their shared math class with Tom. They thought he was a very boring teacher who talked and talked, yet explained absolutely nothing. Plus, he definitely doesn’t like either of them because of the multiple pranks they’ve pulled on him, sometimes with the help of their fathers. It was just too easy.
And his son is Sonic, so there’s that too.
After putting their binders and textbooks away and switching them for their next class, Sage and Metal wandered to the library, their usual lunch spot. The duo sat at a table in the back corner, not expecting anyone else.
They began conversing about their previous math class, complaining about how Tom taught next to nothing for the full eighty minutes. He was one of their least favourite teachers along with Mason and Rockwell.
“How does a person miscalculate their own examples?” Sage asked while eating cucumber slices. Metal shrugged in response, munching on a chocolate granola bar. “I fail to see how that is possible considering the details. Mister Wachowski has them sitting next to his person at all times.” She thought for a moment, “Perhaps I am missing a detail. He may have errors within his examples. Either way, it still leads to a suboptimal performance.”
“It’s annoying.” Metal signed.
“I agree, but moving on, how did you perform on the polynomial quiz?” Their tests had been handed back during math, but they didn’t have time to compare before class ended.
Metal opened his red binder and flipped to the math section, clicking the rings open and pulling out his quiz. He handed it to Sage. She gently grabbed the paper and looked at the top right corner for the grade. Both her and Metal had received one hundred percent.
“I had not predicted equilibrium. A miscalculation on my part, but a feasible one at that.” Sage handed his quiz back to him. “Good work, Metal.” She smiled. Despite their competitiveness, they remained civil.
Metal smiled, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sage finished up her cucumbers and closed the container, placing it back into her lunch-kit. “Did you hear they are planning a school sleepover for the grade elevens?”
Metal nodded as he placed his quiz back into his binder, pushing it further onto the table after closing it.
“We could construct the perfect prank, acknowledging that it provides the optimal parameters. Are you in, Metal?”
Metal nodded, agreeing as he always did. The two performed some of the most heinous acts together, getting away with them because of their parents, or more specifically Robotnik. The principal and vice principal, Walters and Bennington, dreaded confronting Robotnik, so they often didn’t, letting the kids get away with their pranks.
“As I had calculated,” Sage smirked. “Now the question remains, do we prank the students or the teachers? Staying the night at the school would give us the prime opportunity and time to do both, so that remains an option as well.”
“Both would be fun.” Metal suggested with a wicked smile.
“Let us commence.”
But they were interrupted by a nervous brunette haired student. “Are Doctor Robotnik and Mister Stone dating?” They asked point blank.
Sage and Metal looked at each other with a knowing smirk. “The possibility seems likely.” Sage spoke up, knowing full well they weren’t dating but neither her nor Metal were oblivious to their feelings and apparently no one else was either; except them. Plus, even their own parents weren't free from their schemes.
The student just stared at Sage, clearly puzzled. “Aren’t you two their kids?”
“Yes.” Both Sage and Metal replied. “I can neither confirm nor deny the status of their relationship, but it is entirely possible.” She explained.
“Uh, okay.” The student turned and walked away, most definitely more confused then when they approached.
Sage looked at Metal and smirked, “Why don’t we play cupid?”
Metal nodded, “This will be fun.”
Lunch finished shortly after, but the two were already in their biology class by the time the bell rang, being the early birds that they were. Maddie was a pleasant teacher that actually knew how to do her job, unlike her husband.
Today, they were making a candy diagram of the stages of cellular respiration. Maddie provided most of the candy, but students were welcome to bring their own if they wanted. When the students were done with their diagrams, they were allowed to eat the candy they had used. There had been quite a bit of leftover candy by the end, so Maddie handed the rest out.
“Sonic, stop eating the candy!” Was heard a boat load of times throughout the period.
“Inferior beings,” Sage would comment, annoyed about hearing it every five minutes. Metal had tried swiping a few sweets, but Sage smacked his hand away every time.
Maddie’s class was always enjoyable whether they were taking notes, creating diagrams, constructing posters, or dissecting organisms.
Stone’s class was just as enjoyable, despite being an english class. He made it quite interesting and intriguing while actually staying on track and giving them time to work on assignments during class, unlike some other teachers.
It was unfortunate Sage and Metal had his class at the end of the day as the classroom often smelled of odour and held an immense amount of heat, even with the windows open.
And that they shared a class with Sonic, who loved reading out loud, especially while reading anything Shakespeare. The rest of the class found him hilarious, but Sage and Metal found him downright annoying.
“Sage, do you understand any of this chapter?” Sonic leaned over and asked after they had finished reading a chapter of Macbeth. She had the misfortune of sitting right beside him. They got to choose their seats, and he most definitely strategically placed himself beside Sage. In her father’s class, they sat on opposite ends of the classroom.
“Stop attempting to get familiar with me, Sonic.” Sage explained, staring down and avoiding eye contact. “My mental acuity so far surpasses your own that I refuse to answer your oafish inquiries.”
“... I understand.” Sonic backed away slowly.
“Negative.” She responded, still staring at her book.
“Does anyone have any questions?” Stone asked, holding his hand up like he was raising it to ask a question. “No?”
“This is your time, stupid.” Sage angry-whispered to Sonic, who side-eyed her. He never raised his hand to ask the question.
Everyone began to pack up, waiting for the bell to ring. “Reminder, your guys’ essay on Macbeth is next week. Don’t forget. We’ll be finished reading by the end of this week.” Stone reminded his students.
Sage finished packing her bag, but placed it on her chair and wandered over to Stone’s desk. “Do you require any assistance, Mister Stone?” She asked.
“Not at the moment, Sage, but thank you for the offer.” He smiled, while straightening out a stack of papers. “I’m sure your father does though. We can walk over there together after I’ve finished packing up.” Metal made his way over with his backpack resting on his shoulder.
“I will wait for you and Metal then.” Sage turned around and grabbed her steel blue backpack off the chair, then waited by the door.
“Perfect.”
As soon as Stone was ready, the trio walked across the school to the physics classroom. He had his helmet in hand while Metal carried his. The halls were bare of people, besides a few teachers and other staff members. Most of their days ended very similarly.
“How was your guys’ day?” Stone politely asked, squished between Metal and Sage.
“Good, baba.” Metal signed with a smile.
“Besides math class.” Sage interrupted. “Mister Wachowski needs his teaching license revoked.” Had she already complained multiple times today about him? Yes. Was she going to continue? Yes.
“Why’s that?” Stone stayed civil at school, but he agreed with Sage. He could not stand Tom, especially with the way he talked about Robotnik, thinking Stone agreed with him when he could not disagree more.
“He does not seem to understand the math that he is teaching. It is mortifying that this is the education we are receiving.” She complained, very reminiscent of her father. Sage couldn’t wait to be done and out of his class.
“From what I’ve heard, he was never meant to be a teacher. He got into it because of Maddie.”
“That does help explain it. It is a plus then that father is teaching math thirty dash one and pre-calculus next year. Could you imagine the disaster if Mister Wachowski taught those?” She shivered just thinking about it.
Stone chuckled, “I’ve heard some things this year from my grade twelves. It sounds fun… Those poor souls.”
“I wish them the best.” Sage rested her hand on top of her heart and tilted her head down slightly.
“Do you?” Stone looked at her, knowing.
“No.” She leaned her head back to look at him with a smirk.
The trio approached the classroom, the kids letting Stone go first to open the closed door. “Doctor,” Stone greeted, Sage and Metal walking in behind him.
“Hello, father.” Sage walked over to his desk.
Robotnik ignored Stone in favour of his daughter. “How was your day, dear?” He rolled his chair over to her, knees touching.
“Suboptimal.” Sage admitted.
“So the usual?”
“Yes, father.” She nodded. It was hard being the smartest kid around.
“I understand. This school is filled with absolute meatheads.”
“Unfortunately, the teachers do not have a higher-calibre than the students.” She could count on one hand how many of the teachers she liked. Sage didn’t even have to use all of her fingers since the number was three. Perhaps four if she ever had Rachel as a teacher, but because she taught general science and Sage took all the sciences individually, it was never going to happen. Robotnik seemed to tolerate her, so maybe she wasn’t all bad.
“Sage, how dare you speak about me that way!” He smirked.
She chuckled, “Father, you must know it is never you.”
“I know, I’m just teasing, pumpkin.” Robotnik tapped the tip of her nose before rolling back over to his computer. “Their parents must’ve picked them out of a damn petting-zoo.” He rolled his eyes.
Sage nodded, “I agree.”
“Don’t you, Stone?” He looked over his computer screen at the other teacher.
“It’s definitely questionable,” He chuckled. “Keeps the class interesting.”
“Eh, if you want to look at it that way.” Robotnik leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. “Stone?”
“Yes, Doctor?” Stone answered.
“Would you be a dear for me and grab my papers off the break room printer. It is unbelievable that you and Mason have a printer and I don’t! I swear I’m going to pulverize Walters one of these days.”
Dear? Sage questioned. He only ever used that name for her, so the use of it only helped reaffirm her suspicions. Even if he was being condescending, he never used names he called Sage.
“Of course, sir,” Stone blushed. “But I’d refrain from pulverizing him for now. I don’t believe you’d enjoy Bennington as principal any more than Walters.”
“Ugh, I loathe to admit it, but you're right for once.” He sighed, running his hands through his dark hair.
Stone held out his helmet for Metal to grab, “Can you hold this for me, habibi?” Metal nodded and grabbed his father’s helmet, so he was carrying both. Metal had also stuffed the containers his father had brought over into his backpack.
And with that, Stone turned on his heel and made his way to the office to retrieve Robotnik’s papers. Metal remained in the classroom with the other two. The Doctor began packing up his computer and other papers he had yet to finish marking. Sage held open his bag for him. It was most definitely his fault that he had so much to grade, but he had to keep his classes moving and understanding the material. He had a strict timeline and couldn’t afford to fall behind.
Robotnik opened the classroom door to Stone about to do the same. It was obvious he was caught off-guard by the fact that he jumped back with a yelp. “Seriously, Stone. Stop doing that.” Sage looked over to Metal and they both giggled, which earned a very harsh side-eye from Robotnik.
“My apologies, Doctor.” Stone smiled.
Robotnik ripped the papers out of his hand and stuffed them in his computer bag. “Onwards,” he pushed Stone out of the way.
The group walked into the parking lot together, chatting the entire way until they had to split. “Goodbye, you two. Have a good evening!” Stone wished.
Robotnik just grumbled while making his way to his black sedan. “As for you two!” Sage waved goodbye. Both Metal and Stone returned it before walking to Stone’s motorcycle.