#zone*

nine

deer in a forest landscape, gustave doré // to the desert, b. aliré saenz // unnamed, pedro devora // in bed, the kiss; h. de toulouse-lautrec // jobless monday, mitski // moon song, phoebe bridgers.

"Ca-haw!!" Fukurokov cried out as he eyed his work. "Finally! I scared off the wisps so that they'd flee to here! That egg won't know what hit him; soon i'll be making a mech stronger than anyone has seen!"

The chubby, stout bird stroked his face feathers. "But, there's also a chance that that blue vermin, Sonic, will come and find them. I'll just have to scoop them up quickly."

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Meanwhile, Sonic was relaxing at the lab. Sure, the Mystic Ruins was fun, but he wanted to move; being stationed at one place was boring. He'd rather want the lab to move somewhere nice, like Soleanna's jungles or Apotos' plains. For now, he just tapped his foot.