08-01-2009, 07:25 PM
Knuckles had blushed at Rouge's reply; they had spent the night together.
He'd gotten up fairly early and was sitting next to the Emerald. He thought back to how he'd spent many days and nights just chilling out next to it on Angel Island, whereas now, he was tense and somehow, he couldn't help but think of Rouge. He was confused about her feelings towards him; she seemed to blow hot and cold.