The name is Miles.

Call me Tails, and I'll break your neck. Quite honestly. ((Indepented Miles Prower RP. Milesbelongs to Archie not me!)) Current Status/Mood.: Moody. M!A Status: None. ((Sidebar image drawn my by Mai/Fini-mun and its so ADORBS. FemMiles drawn by Elly/Geoff-mun :3))

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“I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you flip out like that, Miley,” he replies, the ever-present smirk returning. It’s when his friend’s calmed down and asks again that Scourge’s smirk takes on a softer aura, turning into a light, thoughtful smile.

“…I didn’t. Well, not a big fuckin’ hoopla like most of ‘em are, I guess.” He rakes a hand through his quills again, an ear twitching. “Jus’…she said I mumbled somethin’ about it in my sleep after that goddamn OD I had…and I asked if she would.” He shrugs, both hands now shoved in his jacket pockets, silently glad that he decided to flip his shades down over his eyes. “That’s it, really. It jus’ happened.”

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A wrinkle of his nose was the only response to the teasing, ears perked up and listening carefully. He still had that horribly sweet smile on his face, but he was too happy to care.

"Wow, uh.." He let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his own neck. "So you weren't drunk at all? That's a surpise." A friendly nudge to Scourge's shoulder, then a gentle squeeze. "But in all seriousness, good for you. Congrats. I honestly never expected this from you."

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Wow. Of all the things Scourge was expecting, a freakout like this was definitely not one of them; all he can do is blink when Miles starts squealing - rather girlishly - silently damning the growing flush in his face at the well-wishes. A hand rakes through his quills, amid a soft chuckle.

“Yeah…thanks, Miles.” And then of course, the teasing. “Way t’ go off on a girlie bender there. How often do you squeal like that?”

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It takes less than five seconds for him to turn into a blushing mess. He lets go of Scourge's shoulders, clears his throat, and shoves his hands into his pockets, in a failed attempt to cover up his little freak-out session.

"Can't a guy be happy because his friend just got married. Give me a break," he huffs, then does a dramatic hair-flip motion.  "But whatever, that's not the point here," he adds, his grin returning. "How did this happen. I thought you didn't want to get married. Ever."

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“IT’S TRUE, OKAY.”

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"What are you talking ab--"

Processing. Processing.

He blinks his eyes a couple of times, then opens them wide. Wait, they're actually married now? "Oh my god." He places a hand on his own head, huffs aloud, and smiles like a complete idiot. "Oh my god."

And then he literaly starts squealing. "OHMYGODTHISISGREATwaitwhydidn'tIknowofthisWHENDIDITHAPPENWHYDIDN'TYOUTELLMETHISISGREATNEWS."

He squeezes his shoulders, giggling like mad. "I'm so happy for you man just. Way to go. Good for you."

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“…it’s my fault.”

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"Yeah, you'll have to make yourself a little more clear, Scourge."

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“Yeah, I don’t know where th’ fuck they’re…”

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"..Are you okay?"

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“Doing what.”

"Wasn't the whole 'wow they're getting married' nonsense over."

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"Are we still doing this."

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Geoffrey promptly lifts himself back into the position where he was before as well. He observes the fox leaning down to pick up the cigarette, but before he can lift it back to his lips, the skunk aims, snaps the fingers of one hand, and lights it for him. He can’t kill the boy, but he can certainly remind him that he’s capable of doing so.

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Miles nearly jumps in surprise. He hesitates, then brings the cigarette to his mouth, takes a drag, and sighs, blowing the smoke towards Geoffrey's direction.

“Show off.”

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His face remains red, the embarrassment gone and replaced by simple rage. “Oi,” he interjects, distinct anger in his tone. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one who can’t get over anything?” the skunk asks pointedly.

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The fox thinks it over for a moment, then shrugs, dismounts the other, and places himself on the other end of the couch, back where he started. Geoffrey was right, but whatever, it was well worth it.

Miles leans down to pick up the cigarette, pulling a lighter out of his pocket, then moves to light it up. "Well, you were asking for it," he muses in the end, though not as cheery as before.

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Geoffrey cannot move. It’s not just the pinning; he finds himself completely locked in place, simply out of shock. A whirlwind of memories floods his brain; the passionate nights, tails entwined; the days of agony, struggling to regain what once was; the constant staggering between friendship and complete loathing that never seemed to have an end. 

He places his hands hesitantly on the fox’s chest, then violently shoves him off. He doesn’t get far; the headlock keeps him still in place, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, so he lets the boy keep his limbs for a while. Gasping, cheeks crimson, Geoffrey looks away, trying his best to collect his thoughts. He looks up at the fox, face full of fury, and hisses, “What the bloody hell was that about?”

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Without missing a beat, the fox bursts into a cackling bout of laughter, head thrown back for added effect. He shifts himself out of the headlock, one hand placed on the skunk’s bare chest. He looks down again, catches his breath, wheezes, then mumbles, “Oh, you should’ve seen your face.” 

He flashes a cocky grin at him, not at all bothered by that furious expression. This was his revenge, after all.

“… Just the same as before,” Miles finally whispers .

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His face drops. He spies the horrible half-grin, hears that question, and his expression darkens still. (No,) he thinks, (Miles is my friend. He wouldn’t do something like that.) Of course, he knows it’s certainly something that makes sense; Miles of all people deserves to get a little revenge on him. Hell, it’s almost a matter of courtesy.

“… She’d probably kill me, why do you ask?” (Hewouldn’tdosomethinglikethathewouldn’tdosomethinglikethathewouldn’tdosomethinglikethat)

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A horrible grin spreads across his face; this is going to be fun. Very, very fun. He takes a moment to observe his darkened expression, adjusts his position on the couch. And then, without any warning whatsoever, he pounces Geoffrey, pinning him down on the couch,  arms snuck around his neck, lips locked firmly upon the other’s.

It's a stupid thing to do, he knows, but damn, he is getting his revenge even if he ends up burned. Quite literaly, too.

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He observes the fox intently, thoughts meandering from concern to apathy and back again. He wonders both why he didn’t check up on the fox sooner, and why he even bothered to come in the first place. The explanation as to why he began smoking depresses the skunk, thinking momentarily that perhaps all this misery was his fault, but he decides to blame it on a number of things instead.

On purpose this time, he twists the ends of the drag into small loops that quickly fade away, not as impressive as the figure he formed before. He slowly wakes from the daydream to the fox’s question. 

The meaning doesn’t quite reach him. He shakes his head. “No, I’ve been around. Just a bit busy from all the work Ol’ Naugus has been piling up.” He shrugs lightly. “And yourself?”

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He rolls his eyes as the skunk starts playing with the smoke again, leaning forward and placing the cigarette in th ash tray, snuffing it out. Not in the mood for Geoffrey's show off shit.

He leans back into the couch, hands resting behind his head. As he listens to Geoffrey, a thought comes to him. It's crazy, and kinda stupid, honestly, but he decides to go with it. There's nothing left for him to lose, anyway, right? Avoiding his question, he chuckles, then muses lightly, "Oi, Geoffrey."

He moves his eyes to him, suppressing a grin. "If I were to kiss you right now, what do you think Sonic would do to you?”

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He’ll admit to himself he’s taken aback by the sudden lack of energy from the boy, but what really shocks him is the cigarette. He blinks rapidly, then frowns deeply, and follows him over to the couch, sitting a comfortable distance away from him.

He peers at the fox for a while, mostly pondering over the cigarette, but also wondering why he could be angry, but still let him in his home. Not really noticing, he twists the smoke into the form of the fox in question, then snaps back to focus and asks, “When did you start smoking those, anyway?”

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He didn't look at Geoffrey as he followed him inside; instead, he focused his gaze on the ceiling and leaned back into the couch. He caught a faint glimpse of the skunk messing around the smoke, but decided not to comment. Those little tricks never failed to send shivers down his spine.

He too another long drag, blew the smoke out of his mouth and adjusted a bit.  "A while ago. I've been keeping myself busy, I needed something help me relax," he replied, then leaned forward and tapped off the ash into an ash tray. "Not very proud of it, but it's too late for that now, I guess."

Miles stayed silent for a few moments, thinking about what he should do next. He still wasn't sure of Geoffrey's intentions. Maybe he'd play along for a while. "So, where've you been hiding?"

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He immediately jumps backward. Normally, he’d go on the defensive, but he’d really rather not fight Miles today, so he puts his hands up instead. After listening to him, he swallows hard and replies softly, “… I’m sorry for intruding. If you want me to go, I will.”

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He let out a long, dry sigh, and rolled his eyes. It wasn't worth getting pissed off over Geoffrey, not if he's not even willing to put up any defenses. He pulled a a small box out of his pocket, opened it, and stuck a cigarette between his lips, the lit it up and took a long drag to calm himself down. He'd gotten used to the stuff, he's been smoking for a while now, even though he wasn't quite fond of it. It helped him relax.

He plopped down onto the couch, blowing a small cloud of smoke out of his nose. "Do whatever you want," he murmured finally, the cigarette dangling between his lips. 

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He frowns further. “Come on now, Miles, no need to be so hostile. I told you the truth; I just want to stop in and say hi.

“I mean, is that… okay?” He asks hesitantly, placing a concerned hand on the boy’s shoulder.

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Miles snapped away; it was only a light touch, but right now, it felt like bricks on his shoulders. With his ears pinned back against his head and a growl emerging from his throat, he locked his eyes with Geoffrey's in a cold glare as he stood up, a shoved his hands into his pockets, fists clenched tightly.

"What did you expect, that you'd disappear for a month and then you'd just waltz back in here and be all buddy-buddy with me out of the blue?" He chuckled menacingly, an ear twitching in impatience. "Not a very well thought out plan, if you ask me."

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His expression quickly sinks. “… Is that so,” he mumbles. Then he speaks louder, “W-well, I mean, has the packing been well, I… I just wanted to check in,” his voice faces to a whimper.

He allowed the smell of the old books to calm his nerves, even a little bit. The dark circles under his eyes betrayed his weariness- he's been working himself ragged lately- and he was literaly about to snap. "Yes, it's been fine," he spoke again, a little louder this time, though his tone was even colder than before.

An ear perked up towards Geoffrey's direction, but he still avoided eye contact with him. "Now, if you don't mind telling what it is you really want? I'm kinda busy, as you can see."