- Tails / Male / Fox / Form / Tags: All
“Um...” he glanced up at Flint, but when he noticed the kattaca (what an interesting name, the fox reflected) staring back at him, he quickly turned to face the group. More specifically, he turned to face the person who was talking to him: Torsolus. He didn’t really like it when the first thing people noticed was his tails. It typically didn’t end well for him. But this was Flint’s friend from way back. A year was a long time when you haven’t even lived a decade. How lucky they were to find each other here; Tails wished he could meet with a friend. But friends of good people were good. And like he thought earlier, who has time for being mean in a situation like this?
“Yeah.. yes, I do have two,” he stammered. “And that’s my name— Tails!” Just like before, he held his hand out for a handshake. And just like before, he actually held it up. Why did they all have to be so tall? And the room was so cramped with five people in it... there was nowhere to fly unless he wanted to hit someone’s face.



