Sonic laughed softly. “That’s my job.”
Sonic reached out impulsively and bumped Knuckles’ shoulder with his own. A playful shove. Knuckles looked down at the touch and then up at the quill-haired hedgehog. His expression was unreadable for a blink; then he nudged back, more forceful, a small show of strength. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work
They talked less after that. The air turned colder, and Sonic shuffled closer, not quite touching but close enough that their shoulders grazed. Knuckles didn’t move away. Instead, he said, quietly, “You make it easy to forget…everything.” Sonic laughed softly
“You called me here,” Sonic said. “Besides, I needed to see the view.” Knuckles looked down at the touch and then
Sonic lit up. “Yeah. Down to that palm tree. Loser buys dinner.”
Knuckles snorted, but it was almost a laugh. “View’s been the same for centuries.”
Knuckles barked another laugh and tapped Sonic’s shoulder. “Fine. Stay. But no stealing the emerald.”