Knuxouge - Clipped Wings

Pseudo-Therapy Session with Sonic

The bright yellow light of the early morning sun awoke Rouge. Groggily she sat up, pushing her borrowed blanket aside. There she was, in Knuckles' house. She looked to the nearby chair and saw that Knuckles was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, his expression carefree— nothing like his usual furrowed brow and perpetual frown.

Rouge got up off the couch. She folded the blanket neatly and set it atop the cushions. As long as she was a guest here, she would be a good one. After taking a quick closer look at Knuckles, she walked into the kitchen. She intended to make some breakfast, but she didn't find many ingredients. The fridge had plenty of fruits and vegetables, but it was low on almost everything else. There was at least a quart of milk. Maybe she could make some breakfast smoothies?

Closing the fridge, she went on searching the cabinets for a blender and any other food. She found her prize quickly; a hand blender that either ran on batteries or had lost its cord. Just as well. She could take this outside to blend, no sense in waking her gracious host up so brashly. She gathered her smoothie ingredients and cups, then snuck out the convenient door from the kitchen right outside.

Everything went smoothly and she soon had two delicious smoothies prepared. Peach raspberry for him, mango orange for her. She brought everything back inside. There was a side table in front of the chair Knuckles was in, so Rouge set his breakfast on it, then went back to the kitchen to put the ingredients away and clean the blender.

She stepped back outside to enjoy the scenery while she drank her own smoothie. It was pretty early, just after sunrise by the angle of the sun; the sky was pale yellow and blue. All around were the gorgeous evergreens and fruit trees of angel island. Somewhere, birds sang boldly. It was beautiful. She was glad to have the opportunity to sleep over with Knuckles.

"Rouge? Where are you?" The slightly panicked voice of Knuckles broke the morning serenity.

"I'm just outside, Knuckie!" Rouge called back.

Knuckles burst through the door. "Are you batty or what? Disappearing like that!" He exclaimed, aggravated.

"Well I didn't know when you would wake up."

"You set food right next to me, of course I was going to smell it and wake up."

"Don't worry baby, next time I'll make sure I'm in view. I know you want me to be the first thing you see when you wake up," she teased in a sickly sweet voice, fluttering her long eyelashes.

He blushed furiously, then spluttered "Shut up! That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"I did know that! You're so insightful, knuckie! You understand me so well~"

"Keep that up and you're not invited here ever again."

"Yeah right. As if you'd pass up another breakfast smoothie in bed. Or in a chair."

"Last time I checked, I can make my own smoothies."

"Fine, I see how it is," Rouge sighed dramatically, striking a tragic pose, "you don't need me in your life!" Then, switching back to her normal position, she changed the subject. "How was the smoothie, by the way?"

Knuckles turned and walked back into the house. He came back outside sipping his peach raspberry concoction. "It's fine, I guess. Could use some avocado."

"Who puts avocado in their fruit smoothie?" Rouge asked, sticking out her tongue in mock disgust.

"I do. You should try it," he replied. They drank their breakfasts in silence, watching the sky get bluer.