" You've got so much untapped potential and you're wasting it under that idiot's wing. I feel kind of bad for you, really! " miles shut
There’s a heavy, exasperated sigh before eyes flicked to his opposite.
“Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean you have to butt your head into other people’s spaces and ruin what they’ve got.” Truly, Miles Shut. Ears turned to face outward. Annoyance, plain and simple. And those free-flowing swishes of the tails? Gone in an instant. Head tilted, an eye rose as the other fell, and hands balled on hips. Here we go with this nonsense.
“If you’ve honed your sweet, precious potential over in the great and transcendent Eggman Land, then you’ll know you’re wasting your time. --Or heck, maybe you won’t. Apple mustn’t fall too far from the tree in a situation like that...” One last sneer before attention went back to concept brainstorming, pencil returning to a notebook. “Long session of bickering short? I’m happy with where I am right now. So take your sorry excuse for sympathy somewhere else. I can’t think with a jerk talkin’ my ear off.”



















