[Don't go easy on him, he says. Folding her arms over her chest, she furrows her brows in thought, concentrating on the best punishment possible as she enters the ballroom. There's an array of exercising equipment, brought over from her temple and borrowed from Sonic's.
She can't ban him from running around the room (that'd be like locking a bird in a cage, too cruel), nor can she make him run a lot of laps (Sonic is an adept runner; he'd be able to excel at it in flying colors).]
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[Don't go easy on him, he says. Folding her arms over her chest, she furrows her brows in thought, concentrating on the best punishment possible as she enters the ballroom. There's an array of exercising equipment, brought over from her temple and borrowed from Sonic's.
She can't ban him from running around the room (that'd be like locking a bird in a cage, too cruel), nor can she make him run a lot of laps (Sonic is an adept runner; he'd be able to excel at it in flying colors).]
I'll think about it, Hermes.