Tails

`With a handful of mints in his mouth and his tails swaying in the breeze, Miles sat in his workshop, surrounded by a clutter of tools, badnik parts, and various trinkets. The gentle wind outside caused his two tails to flutter, while the mints provided a refreshing taste. He was focused on creating a new invention, experiencing a sense of freedom that the sky—or even Sonic—couldn't offer. Despite the mess around him, he could fully relax while immersed in his work.`