Mort followed his finger to the two who were making a racket earlier, and nodded, then slid in to allow Tails to occupy the seat when the Mobian decided to move. [color=LightGreen][b]"I'm fine with that, go ahead."[/b][/color]

[color=LightGreen][b]"Independent, huh?"[/b][/color] Mort gave a soft laugh, because that reminded him of things he'd been told before. Tails didn't sound very old for needing to learn self-sufficiency, however, and the Mort raised an eyebrow. [color=LightGreen][b]"How old are you?"[/b][/color]

[color=LightGreen][b]"I'm from Earth 80...69, I think. Or at least that's the number they told us when they were setting up S.P.R.E.A.D. It's like regular Earth, but with a nasty war going on. I figured I'd take a long vacation until mutants and humans figure their stuff out."[/b][/color] He laughed weakly, and ran a hand through his dreads, the metal beads of which clinked together at the movement.

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