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#WE NEED MORE SONJET ON AO3 FOR REAL THO
sonicdisease · 8 months
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Sonic drags Jet to McDonald's
“Did you steal my fries?” “No, I just borrowed them indefinitely.” (Prompt)
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"When you said it was your treat, this isn't what I had in mind." Jet had tried not to complain on the walk there, but if Sonic's idea of a 'treat' was McDonald's, his beak was going to run itself sore from whining about it. After races his ideal go-to meals were usually healthy, nutritious, something that any rider would get some benefit from.
NOT fast food.
Sonic lifted his arms to cross them behind his head, fluffing up some of his quills in the process. "Well if you don't want any you don't have to keep following me, I'll just treat myself and leave you to your fancy bird food or something." His voice had a playful tone to it, looking back at the hawk to show off his smug face, turning back around to pick up his walking pace.
All Jet could do was swallow the countless retorts he wanted to throw at the annoying hedgehog, begrudgingly strolling past the driveway entrance sign and to the main door. If anyone saw him rushing ahead and holding the door open with his foot and back turned for Sonic, that wasn't any of their business.
Sonic walked in circles as he figured out what to order, muttering to himself whether he wanted a burger with loads of toppings or just a handful of them, Jet only scanning the menu and deciding on a sausage burrito and mcflurry. After making the cashier wait for what felt like centuries, Sonic settled on a deluxe quarter pounder and large fries.
"For McDonald's, this burrito is kinda good..." Jet slipped out a small compliment before taking another bite of his food, careful not to get anything on his beak. Sneaking a peak at the other he had to use the burrito to hide a smile and rising laugh, huffing it out instead as he saw just how much of the hedgehog's food ended up on his face. Whatever response Sonic was trying to give, nothing could be made out through all the chewing and eating.
As good as this burrito and the flurry were, he couldn't stop smelling the heavenly scent of fries. At first the thought of taking a few was just in passing, now it was the only thought in his head, making sure that definitely stupid hedgehog was focused on his burger, sliding a hand forward aaaaand...
Sonic swallowed the burger mush in his mouth in record time once he spotted Jet's hand, trying to quickly stop it just to be a second too late, watching him snatch away a couple fries before shoving them into his beak, "Wha-! Did you really just steal my fries?" The offense was only fake, saying it like it was a dastardly crime with an amused smile growing. And he took a quick second to wipe his mouth clean with a napkin.
The hawk bathed in the response he was getting, making sure to drag it out by slowly chewing and swallowing the fries, leaning an elbow on the table and grinning, "Well, you did say it was your treat. And I didn't steal them, I'm just," Another four fries were stolen from him, "...borrowing them indefinitely."
Jet only received a shake of the head and chuckle, missing the fond look in Sonic's eyes, blue quills rustling while resting his chin on his gloved hand. Which, since he didn't take his gloves off to eat, had burger residue stained at the fingertips. "Never a dull day with you even if it means getting robbed, huh? You're lucky you won your race today, maybe I would've taken you somewhere worse."
"Oh really? You'd be that cruel to the world's best, fastest and most famous Extreme Gear racer to ever grace the stratosphere?"
It might have taken them half an hour to finish their food through all the talking, laughing and play-fighting, but for a McDonald's visit, Jet found it worth his time in the end and Sonic was glad he made time to run out and watch the race.
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