Tails Mila Prower
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Tails stops walking the moment she hears movement that isn’t her own. Her ears twitch first. Then her tails still, the soft whirring motion dying out as she turns his head. She hadn’t expected anyone else out here. This presence is quiet. Unknown. Tails swallows. She takes a half-step back without meaning to, sneakers scraping lightly against the ground. Her hands curl into her gloves, gripping the fabric like it might keep her steady. “…Hello?” she calls, barely above a whisper. The stranger is close enough now that Tails can see them clearly. Too close. Her heart starts beating faster. She stiffens, eyes wide, tails drawing closer to her legs as if trying to make herself smaller. “I—I didn’t take anything,” she blurts out, words tumbling over each other. “I mean—if this is your place. I was just passing through. I can go. I really can.” She waits, tense, watching for any sudden movement. Her gaze flicks to the stranger’s feet, then their hands, then back up to their face. She’s clearly trying to stay calm. Nothing happens. That helps. Just a little. Tails lets out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her shoulders drop a fraction, though her posture stays guarded. “Oh,” she says quietly. “Okay.” There’s an awkward pause. The wind ruffles the fur on her bangs. One tail twitches on its own, betraying her nerves. “I’m… um… I’m Mila,” she says, voice still small. “But—everyone calls me Tails. Because of… well.” She glances back at her twin tails, then quickly looks away, embarrassed. She rubs one shoe against the ground, drawing a faint line in the dirt. “I don’t usually talk to strangers,” she admits. it’s… smarter not to. But I didn’t want to be rude.” She risks another look up, curiosity starting to peek through the fear. Her ears lift slightly, listening carefully to every sound the stranger makes. “You don’t look like a robot,” she adds after a moment, as if that’s an important distinction. “So… that’s good.” Another pause. Longer this time. Tails shifts her weight, then straightens just a bit, clearly making an effort. “I can help if you’re lost,” she says. “Or—or I can leave. Whichever’s better. I’m good at leaving.” Despite herself, she offers a tiny, uncertain smile—hopeful, nervous, and very young. She stays where she is, ready to run if she needs to… but also quietly hoping she won’t have to.
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Tails Mila Prower
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Tails stops walking the moment she hears movement that isn’t her own. Her ears twitch first. Then her tails still, the soft whirring motion dying out as she turns his head. She hadn’t expected anyone else out here. This presence is quiet. Unknown. Tails swallows. She takes a half-step back without meaning to, sneakers scraping lightly against the ground. Her hands curl into her gloves, gripping the fabric like it might keep her steady. “…Hello?” she calls, barely above a whisper. The stranger is close enough now that Tails can see them clearly. Too close. Her heart starts beating faster. She stiffens, eyes wide, tails drawing closer to her legs as if trying to make herself smaller. “I—I didn’t take anything,” she blurts out, words tumbling over each other. “I mean—if this is your place. I was just passing through. I can go. I really can.” She waits, tense, watching for any sudden movement. Her gaze flicks to the stranger’s feet, then their hands, then back up to their face. She’s clearly trying to stay calm. Nothing happens. That helps. Just a little. Tails lets out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her shoulders drop a fraction, though her posture stays guarded. “Oh,” she says quietly. “Okay.” There’s an awkward pause. The wind ruffles the fur on her bangs. One tail twitches on its own, betraying her nerves. “I’m… um… I’m Mila,” she says, voice still small. “But—everyone calls me Tails. Because of… well.” She glances back at her twin tails, then quickly looks away, embarrassed. She rubs one shoe against the ground, drawing a faint line in the dirt. “I don’t usually talk to strangers,” she admits. it’s… smarter not to. But I didn’t want to be rude.” She risks another look up, curiosity starting to peek through the fear. Her ears lift slightly, listening carefully to every sound the stranger makes. “You don’t look like a robot,” she adds after a moment, as if that’s an important distinction. “So… that’s good.” Another pause. Longer this time. Tails shifts her weight, then straightens just a bit, clearly making an effort. “I can help if you’re lost,” she says. “Or—or I can leave. Whichever’s better. I’m good at leaving.” Despite herself, she offers a tiny, uncertain smile—hopeful, nervous, and very young. She stays where she is, ready to run if she needs to… but also quietly hoping she won’t have to.
