Metal Sonic X Sage Novels & Stories

-MIKAYLA’S POV* “Alpha, it’s nothing,” Sage tamed his rage, though the erratic breathing he was experiencing apprised that he was rather upset. His block round neck grey designer T-shirt was ruffled with a chest split. In the cream monochromatic passage, the single broken painting on the floor and the turned-over vase on the white icon shelf-equipped wood and steel couch side table was brushed from their position. Luna Phoebe’s potted ficus benjamina variegata had two broken stems. Someone’s going to have to account for that when the Luna goes steaming.

Sage was in high spirits even when he was in a dimly lit room while Michael could be clearly seen with sapphire eyes. Michael did not answer. His eyes widened in anger. It was as though he wanted to drag the person off the screen and tear him apart! "Aw, that's not polite at all," Mr. Sage pouted. He looked a little dissatisfied and suddenly put on a vicious smile. "I know it must be hard to see your son being beaten. Even if your son is useless trash." Mr. Sage was a foreigner, yet he could speak fluent Norlonian. After all, there were all kinds of people in places like a casino.