Virgo
As the day wears on, you could give the impression of being an exotic butterfly: some people could find you hard to pin down. You might also appear to sparkle - particularly with bright ideas. A crowd could form: you might even find yourself at the centre of group activities. Rather less pleasant could be the discovery that a younger person has broken a piece of essential equipment.
There was a reason he never invited anyone to stay at his house. And that was because it was connected to his laboratory, which was possibly the most dangerous place in the world (barring Amy's bedroom). So, when Vector barged in and said, wearing a crocodile smile that brooked no arguments, that he, Charmy and Espio were behind with the rent and needed somewhere to crash for a few days, Tails had a few...misgivings. However, after estimating the risk of accidental nuclear holocaust at a scant 13% (based on the off chance Team Chaotix were carrying some purified uranium as lucky charms or something), he decided it would be okay to let them stay, provided he moved all the more dangerous inventions out of the way first.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Admittedly, the problem lay in his own classification system. When he classified his inventions as 'dangerous', he only categorised their dangerousness according to function. This meant he left behind a few relatively benign novelty inventions, like the Sparkly Glittermatron he had originally intended to sell to Japan for their all their bisihie needs, and which had been eventually been relegated to making Cream's dolls sparkle every once in a while. Unfortunately, he had forgotten the Golden Rule: that when Team Chaotix was around, everything was dangerous.
As it turned out, within five minutes of them arriving, carnage broke out over who was bunking where and with whom. Espio, upon becoming embroiled in the argument, immediately ransacked Tails' lab of all the pointy and very expensive lab equipment he could find, and started tossing it with great abandon. Charmy decided that the only suitable response was to pick up the Sparkly Glittermatron and make a bombing raid on Vector. Luck, that ever fickle mistress, decided it would tickle her fancy for the machine to have a catastrophic malfunction upon hitting Vector's bonce, causing a massive, sparkly explosion.
The upshot of this was that Miles 'Tails' Prower became the proud owner of both the sparkliest home and the sparkliest lodgers he could ever desire. He was also, sadly, the owner of the sparkliest fur coat, and the odious task of going out in public and fetching the ingredients for the specialist shampoo which would restore it to its normal dullness.
Flying at supersonic speeds. Easier with a healthy tide of embarrassment to push you along.