#weroyals.

 |  |  |  |  | @weroyals​  |  ❝ You honestly shouldn't be surprised.  That guy's full of updog. ❞  —  unprompted  ( always accepting!! )

Poor  fox.  Totally  innocent,  totally  clueless,  completely  believing  that  his  good  friend  Knuckles  is  just  commenting  on  the  situation,  even  expressing  sympathy.

Mugman  would  find  a  vine  wrapping  protectively  around  his  chest,  leaf  on  his  shoulder  as  the  great  Carnation  loomed  over  him.  Like  he’d  like  to  wrap  him  up  &&  keep  him  all  to  himself,  lest  anything  bad  ever  happen  to  him.  A  bit  too  late  for  that,  wasn’t  it??  

The  touch  made  him  relax,  though,  wide  blue  eyes  fluttering  closed  for  a  moment  as  he  leaned  into  the  contact  between  them.  Of  course  he  was  a  capable  mug;  if  anything,  he  had  proven  over  &&  over  that  he  could  fight  whatever  battle  he  needed  to,  in  order  to  keep  himself  &&  those  around  him  safe.  But  still  it  was  nice  to  feel  like  he  could  be  PROTECTED,  too,  such  a  notoriously  strong  flower  rising  up  as  a  barrier  between  him  &&  anything  that  would  do  him  HARM.

❝Don’t  worry,  big  guy,❞  he  soothed,  placing  his  hands  on  the  vine  &&  hugging  it  to  his  chest.  ❝He  ain’t  botherin’  me  none.❞

If  the  dangerous——looking  fellow  had  intended  to  bother  him,  he’d  rethought  the  plan  upon  locking  eyes  with  Cagney,  those  eyes  so  threatening  over  rows  of  incredibly  SHARP  teeth.

The  simulated  sensation  of  being  bitten  makes  Freddy  lift  his  head  in  surprise.  Then  a  smile  forms  across  the  bear’s  face  as  he  sees  the  source  of  the  gentle,  insistent  gnawing.  With  his  free  hand,  the  one  not  currently  being  mouthed,  he  pats  the  top  of  her  head.

The  look  was  probably  well  warranted.  Even  at  only  a  fraction  of  his  true  power,  Infinite  was  still  a  worthy  threat,  powerful  enough  to  give  them  a  all  a  heap  of  trouble  if  he  chose  to.  &&  for  now,  his  reasons  for  choosing  NOT  to  were  his  own,  played  close  to  his  chest.

At  the  very  least,  even  having  suffered  the  unequivocal  humiliation  of  defeat,  he  could  take  pleasure  in  just  how  much  his  presence  rattled  them.  They  could  pick  a  fight,  perhaps,  but  they  fought  with  each  other  instead,  debating  whether  it  was  best  not  to  make  him  VIOLENT,  or  whether  his  violence  was  an  inevitability  &&  it  was  best  to  strike  first.  Every  time  a  hand  was  raised  toward  him,  another  pushed  it  down.  So  long  as  he  didn’t  make  any  trouble.

&&  he  hadn’t  yet  chosen  to  make  any  trouble.

Behind  the  mask,  he  was  smirking,  observing  Knuckles  just  as  intently  as  he  was  being  observed.  He  knew  very  well  that  the  echidna  was  firmly  in  camp  ATTACK  FIRST,  but  he  was  being  held  back  by  the  opinions  of  his  comrades.

Weak.  Pathetic.  This  would  be  what  brought  him  back  to  his  former  glory.  

Mamoru  didn't  miss  that  little  glance,  Utagai.  For  just  a  moment,  their  eyes  connected.  With  it  came  that  jolt  of  surprise  that  comes  when  you  realize  somebody  you're  looking  at  is  also  looking  back  at  you.  But  when  Utagai  looked  hastily  away,  pretending  to  have  been  looking  at  something  else,  his  own  gaze  remained.  He  was  far  too  bold  a  man  to  look  aside  so  sheepishly.  

Too  bad  Utagai  wasn’t  so  bold  himself,  lowering  storm  grey  eyes  beneath  long  eyelashes  &&  a  wave  of  ashen  hair.  He  had  such  distinctive,  handsome  features,  hidden  by  reserved  temperament  &&  a  refusal  to  take  good  care  of  himself.  A  shy  person  who  had  opened  up  only  after  a  great  deal  of  difficulty  in  doing  so.

Laughter  would  roll  like  waves,  delighted  as  he  was  thrown  into  the  air  by  Roxy  so  easily.  Her  hands  were  so  big  it  was  like  they  could  eclipse  the  sun,  yet  they  caught  him  &&  handled  him  with  immeasurable  care.  It  was  impossible  that  she  had  ever  tried  to  hurt  him.  Knowing  now  as  he  did  that  it  had  not  been  her  choice,  he  couldn’t  imagine  her  any  way  but  this.

She  was  smiling  too,  oh  so  wide.  It  made  it  easier  to  believe  that  she  WANTED  to  be  there  with  them.  She  wasn't  only  tagging  along  because  he  had  the  van  &&  working  jumper  cables;  she  was  happy  like  he  hadn't  believed  any  of  the  animatronics  could  be  happy.

Used  to  being  grabbed  very  suddenly  by  Sonic  on  a  whim,  Tails  responded  by  immediately  throwing  his  arms  around  Knuckles’  neck,  both  tails  curling  up  &&  out  of  the  way  to  avoid  being  tripped  on.  He  might  have  very  little  idea  what  was  going  on,  but  when  he  was  snatched  up  in  such  a  fashion,  it  was  generally  best  to  just  hang  on  &&  see  where  his  big  bro  took  them  next.

But  hey,  wait,  this  wasn’t  his  big  bro!!  This  wasn’t  his  big  bro  at  all!!  As  soon  as  this  caught  up  with  him  he  became  indignant,  but  he  didn’t  withdraw  his  arms.

Since  being  taken  in  by  Amachi——san,  Misora  had  intentionally  chosen  to  be  quiet  &&  to  observe.  After  all,  she  was  in  a  world  that  was  to  her  completely  unfamiliar;  it  was  in  her  best  interests  to  try  &&  learn  as  much  as  she  possibly  could.  

The  only  adult  she  trusted  so  far  was  Amachi.  He  was  the  one  who  had  chosen  to  interfere  when  the  producer  who  had  wrangled  guardianship  of  her  upon  loss  of  her  mama  had  been  mistreating  her,  &&  he  was  the  one  who  had  gone  to  court  to  take  that  guardianship  into  his  own  hands.  All  the  other  adults  seemed  to  have  an  ulterior  motive,  &&  even  when  her  mama  had  been  here,  they  seemed  to  try  to  get  in  between  the  two——person  family.  Adults  were  never  TRUSTWORTHY  in  the  end.  Except  him,  &&  he  trusted  Utagai,  so  she  was  trying  to  trust  Utagai,  too.  

So  she  was  watching  him,  &&  she  was  noticing  things  she  was  fairly  sure  he  thought  he  was  keeping  secret.  Like  the  way  he  reacted  to  Amachi's  very  social  nature,  sometimes.  Now  was  one  of  those  times,  Utagai  keeping  his  head  down  as  much  as  possible,  ears  red.