Another old drawing I began months ago, never finished because of some laziness, and accidentaly found tonight on my computer… According to the psd file, I drew and colored this, there’s 7 months ago. Damn.
I only added some shadows, and here it is.
The true reason he made them.
Classic orModern Eggman - Asked by Joetheyarharpirate
(Seems as though my inbox has done a godawful job of keeping me updated on new asks. My sincerest apologies if I’ve missed any over the past few months!)
"Come now anon, truly you don’t think I’m that shallow. Of course I’ve tried one. It wasn’t bad, though it’s not something I would find myself eating nightly.
I wouldn’t limit my palette simply because the pincushion decides upon a food. That would be rather daft.”
"I won’t lie. He’s something of a hack. I mean really, refurbished missiles.”
doceggman is now following you.
"I’ve been looking for you, Baldy McNosehair!" Sonic frowned and clenched his fist at the sight of the doctor.
"Oh, looking for me?” Eggman flashed his ever-familiar toothy grin whilst leaning forward in the Egg-Mobile. It was Sonic, alright, and he seemed to be alone. “Pray tell, my imbecilic little blue friend, what have I done this time hm?
Did I not pay my taxes, perhaps? Or perhaps I forgot to tip my waiter?”
Half-way finished the drink already… God, Ivo drank so quickly. Normally Finitevus would tide over with one or two drinks and call it a night. Fehh… he was such a lightweight— already feeling that warm headed-ness. “Shut up. You’re drunk.” he muttered.
"By my own logic, yes, I should be useless. I am not contributing to a greater good nor am I making an effort in my zone. I’m here, drinking in a completely different zone doing nothing at all." Another drink. Eugh, the egg left a bad taste… "Kill the hedgehog and every problem you’ve ever had would be gone, I’ll telling you."
“Don’t you get emotional on me either, I’ll leave.” Another sip; nearly done his first drink. “Last I saw him was him playing with a few egg pawns. He didn’t seem different from his- usual self. But then again, I didn’t stay around very long to monitor him for very long.”
Bwehh… it was pleasantly warm.
Finitevus leaving? That sounded like a threat. So naturally Ivo had to push his luck. “You think this is the booze talking, don’t you?” The doctor raised his head enough to remove his glasses with little complication, wobbling upright in some hopes of coming off as more serious. “Finitevus. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I mean any of this any less simply because a few drinks have loosened my tongue.
Anyways. You’re just being stubborn, as you always are.” He had smiled faintly before pivoting the chair back around to the counter, where sat an empty glass. The worst part of this was he didn’t even remember drinking that one. “…Cubot seems to be acting normally. Thankfully the wavelengths he had been using were saved, so those are decr… Decrypting. Should be done by morning. Then… we can take the strike to G.U.N when we go to their ball. That’ll show them to be… social. ...I think I’m well enough to sleep in my own bed tonight.”