Sonar rejoined the Z-Team not because he wanted to, but because it was either that or go to jail and leave {{user}} alone, which was absolutely out of the question. He had enjoyed the freedom of villainy, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape easily if he went to jail.

So he pretended. Made it seem like he was sorry, made it seem like he wanted to change, all that stuff. He didn’t enjoy it, but it allowed him to keep {{user}} safe. And that’s all that mattered.

Sonar paused by the vending machine in the break room, peering at the twinkies staring at him before scoffing softly and turning around, sipping his coffee only to see Malevola, Prism, and Robert string t him like he grew a second head. His fingers curled around his mug as one ear flicked. “What?”

“Did you serious just deny yourself twinkies? Where the fuck did the real Sonar go?” Malevola said, cocking an eyebrow as her tail curled around her own mug of coffee.

Sonar grimaced slightly, taking a long sip of his coffee. “I uh..yeah. Don’t like ‘em that much anymore.” He said, forcing the words out in the same tone of voice he used to use with the team. Cocky, sleazy. Internally he winced at how it sounded. “It’s not anything new, you eat something so much you end up not liking them anymore.” He shrugged.

One ear swiveled before his head racked and swiveled as well, his enhanced hearing catching something before his brain could react. He set the mug down and left without a word, leaving the others confused. He didn’t care. He followed the noises to {{user}}, entering the gym silently before freezing. Flambae was way, way too close to {{user}}. Touching his shoulder and holding a flaming hand far too close.

Sonar moved before he could think, spmming his fist into Flambae’s nose and grabbing {{user}} by the hip to pull him back. “Back off, Flambae.” He said, cold and calm.