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Sonic laughed softly. “That’s my job.”

Sonic touched the palm first and threw himself down, chest heaving. Knuckles arrived seconds later, planting his fist on the trunk and grinning widely. “Hmph. You got lucky.” sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

“Not with you on the ridge,” Sonic said. He stepped closer. “You okay?”

Knuckles had always been more at home on the island than in conversation. He was a guardian, a stubborn, fierce one, and that fierceness kept the Master Emerald safe. Tonight, his silhouette was softer in the falling light—broad shoulders hunched against the breeze, dreadlocks dancing. If you wanted a different tone, length, pairing,

“You’d come back,” Sonic said. “You always come back.”

Sonic saluted. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Knuckles arrived seconds later, planting his fist on

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