Reblog If You Think Your Muse Is Adorable

Reblog if you think your muse is adorable

*the nutty thief takes that moment to suddenly use monsters head as an arm rest* 'sup kid~?

And he has a thief arm on his noggin. "...Hi Falinn." He pouted lightly, but wasn't really that annoyed. "Long time no see."

I feel like they’d play video games in their jammies.

Monster, you’re better at fighting games.

I bleed for this brotp.  It will happen.

... Has it? *the woman frowns slightly* Been hard to tell lately... Ah, well~! *and her grin is back* How has life been treatin' ya, fluffy butt~?

Monster raised an eyebrow at her sudden mood change, but didn't want to bring it up. "I've been fine, I'd like to know how you've been doing though. What with your, uh. Line of work." He smirked.

"Huh. Aren't you Sonic? Havin' a bad hair day or somethin'?"

Monster turned at the voice and was met with… knees. Large knees. Veeeery slowly his gaze went up, and up, and up, until finally he met Frank’s eyes. Noting the pale flesh and bolts in his throat, Monster swallowed dryly, but still waved smally and smiled nervously, trying to be nice. “Eh heh, yep, Sonic. That’s me…”

Despite being unnerved he pouted slightly at the bad hair day remark. “More like bad hair lifetime…” he mumbled.

Monster nodded, as long as he wasn't hurt he supposed it was okay, if a bit unsettling. Not like Monster was one to judge appearances, werehog and all.

"You're... not?" Monster tilted his head and squinted his eyes at Exe, the statement was a little out of left field and caught him off guard. "Then who are you? ...Or is "what are you" more appropriate?"

"Hi~" Exe said, waving cheerfully.

Monster heard the voice and began to greet what sounded like another alternate. “Hey there, me- …” He froze dead in his tracks as he finally got a look at the Sonic in front of him. “Oh good lord, your eyes! Are you okay?!”