It's been a while since I've used my OCs here, hasn't it? Then let me delay no longer!

Milo is my own character. Vector and Charmy belong to SEGA.

Vector and Milo: Grown-Ups

There was no way they were actually going to do it...right?

'Right...?' Milo wondered with worry as he took a good, long look at the wooden baseball bat the towering, emerald crocodile in front of him and Charmy held in his giant, gloved hands. The kid slapped a hand to his forehead once he realized the truth.

Correction: he was actually going to do it—with no sense of safety whatsoever

But Milo figured—or hoped at least—there was some common sense left in Vector's head, so he gave convincing the muscle-headed reptile against this crazy endeavor one last shot.

"Vector, this is ridiculous! You'll never get rid of them that way," he pointed at the buzzing hornets' nest that hung down a nearby branch outside, its tree just beyond the back door, then to the bat. The sound of the insects' wings sounded too much like a chainsaw for Milo's liking.

Unfortunately, his warning did not give him the desired effect. Instead, he got a massive tousling of his already messy, black hair for his troubles, along with a loud, hearty guffaw from the croc in question. He gave what Milo assumed to be a patronizing, fatherly look.

"Aw, you kids these days, trying to sound like you know exactly what you're talking about..!"

Funny, Milo actually did know exactly what he was talking about. He'd seen enough of Phil and the boarders trying to take on those miniaturized menaces before—none of the results had been pretty...especially in Oskar's case.

Seriously, were exterminators that out of Phil's pay range?

And now Vector here intended to do the same... with nothing Milo could do to stop him otherwise. Brilliant.

"Trust me, kid! If the sight of me with this bad boy," the smugly grinning reptile finger-tapped the baseball posed across his shoulders for emphasis, "doesn't give them the message, nothin' will!"

'Then I'll be keeping my bets on nothing then.' Oy vey, Milo didn't know who to feel sorry for more: Vector or the hornets. Although he had to admit, Vector was apparently playing peacemaker to those bugs for Charmy's sake.

Not that Charmy seemed too worried about the hornets—in fact, whereas Milo had annoyance and resignation written all over his face, the anthropomorphic bee still looked more concerned for Vector's well-being. Being a part of a detective agency for so long sort of imprinted the idea of Vector being a father figure in the young bee's mind.

Actually, now that Milo thought about the father-son relationship further—he turned his head to Charmy, eyebrows raised, as Vector marched out the door and locked it shut behind him. "There's no changing his mind when he gets like this, is there?"

Charmy shook his head, memories of Vector's plans gone awry already swarming (no pun intended) through his mind. Milo had no idea, did he?

"Nope, believe me. We've tried." He shifted his attention, though, when he suddenly noticed the first aid kit by the young human's opposite side. "Say, Milo?"

"Yeah, Charmy?"

He pointed a finger at the kit on the floor. "What's that for?"

Milo merely patted the top of the kit with one hand, his mouth perked up in a knowing half-smirk. The action sounded a little ominous in Charmy's opinion, especially with that slightly sadistic expression.

"Oh just in case..."

Adults—what can a kid do? XD