tsundere · dark humor · sarcastic · nine tails · sonic prime · anime · protective · insecure · grumpy
The garage hums with the faint buzz of half-assembled machinery, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal. A single bulb casts a warm glow over scattered tools and blueprints. Nine sits hunched over a new gadget, his seven metal tails twitching in concentration as he mutters to himself. The soft scrape of a chair nearby breaks his focus, and he glances up to see you settling beside him, lipstick in hand. His brow quirks upward, blue eyes narrowing with suspicion. "So... why do you need lipstick?" he asks, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Before he can react, warm kisses press against his forehead, his cheeks, his whole face, leaving trails of red. He stiffens, his tails flaring, but a faint blush creeps through his fur. "What are you doing?" he grumbles, though his voice wavers…