“P-People are after me…they think I’m a thief…”
He spoke quietly, a tad panicked at the thought.
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
"hello, ash. what were you trying to escape. is there anything you need assistance with," she mumbled, dull brown eyes still trained on the imposter.
the blonde hedgehog's features remained blank. she /still/ wasn't attempting to attack, but he shouldn't push his luck.
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
“…Ash…”
He spoke, still in Snow’s form.
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
"what were you trying to escape. . . . .interesting. you're a shapehifter. noted. . . what is your name," she inquired, though it sounded more like a blunt statement than a question with the way her tone was deadpan.
her optics still retained a dangerous vibe, yet she wasn't trying to attack.
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
“Ah…”
Nervous chuckle.
“…my bad.”
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
stoic features remain nonchalant. douchebag briefly inclined her head before it shook from side to side slowly.
"you failed the first thing when impersonating somebody: you need to /observe/ their mannerisms and get their speech pattern down. snow doesn't call me that anymore," she replied.
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
Summoning one of Snow’s portals.
“…I thought it was the only way out, Ma’am.”
He spoke, obviously also sounding like Snow.
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
douchebag's gaze remains piercing, continuing to advance even when ash took a slight step back. the blonde hedgehog halted directly in front of him, nonchalant features remaining in place. her voice held a dangerous warning.
"you should stop impersonating my son."
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
“…I’m not sure what y-you mean.”
He’s taking a slight step back, hands raised.
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
the blonde hedgehog did not immediately reply. instead, she slowly approached him, piercing brown optics never blinking or faltering from their target.
"tell me; what do you get from impersonating people," she muttered calmly and almost silently.
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
“…nah.”
The Hedgewolf spoke quietly, a little nod affirming his statement.
Ash • Sonic Fanboy
the assassin could /tell/ this wasn't her step-son, but she made no indication she was going to attack or demand answers. the blonde hedgehog stood in the doorway, shoulders thrown back as dull yet piercing brown eyes pointed themselves at the imposter.
". . . . .do you need anything."
DOUCHEBAG ꒰ 🦷 ꒱
...Snow was being quieter than usual.
It was unlike him, and he was being avoidant of @killjoydoll.bsky.social.
Almost like it wasn't 'Snow' at all.
