#fully unhinged

In Sonic Destruction ep 1 Elise was angry at him Shadow for burning her city to the ground.

hello! i was tagged once again by @fru1tb4tz and while i have not been particularly prolific this past couple weeks what with the new job, i DID start YET ANOTHER Juni AU that may or may not go anywhere??? but it's fun to think about! bc it's late, i won't be tagging anyone this time, but if u see this and want to share, feel free to tag me! <3

"He's a sweet lad, just a bit odd," Ms. Spinelli stage-whispers to Nate, who just smiles and nods. She putters off with him in tow, chattering about that "odd lad," definitely loudly enough for said odd lad to hear in the empty, echoing library.

Now that Mason's aware of another person in the space as more than just a stray heartbeat, his senses hone in on it curiously. He smells vanilla and patchouli, sweetness and earth, hears a slightly-too-fast heartbeat, quiet breathing with a hint of a rasp, and strains of muffled music.

He's not sure what he's picturing, exactly, when the library assistant comes around the corner of a far shelf, but whatever it was, the human himself is underwhelming as most humans tend to be. He's shorter than Mason, a little below average height, stout and soft, his arms weighed down with a heavy, teetering pile of books. He peers around them to make his way safely to the front desk, and his round glasses are smushed crookedly onto his blunt nose as he balances the stack with his cheek.

Mason wonders how much Nate would yell at him if he tripped the human for a laugh.

"You know," the human mutters, and Mason straightens and sneers, thinking he's being addressed, "when I agreed to bring you in to work with me, I didn't think you'd help, but I was operating under the assumption you'd at least not make my job harder."

It takes him a moment to realize the man is talking to himself. Odd lad indeed.

And then he sees it.

The scruffy black cat leaps nimbly from atop the tower of books as the human deposits it gracelessly onto the desk, leaning heavily on the edge and blowing a hank of messy curls from his face. They flop right back into his eyes as he glowers at the cat, which has begun to lick itself and ignore the human entirely.

"Oh, what's wrong? Did I muss up your fur? Are you all posh now that I've fished you out of that dumpster and made a proper pet of you?"