Thread: "Bat Got Your Tongue?" [Sonic Fandom] (Blissy x November)

The high ignorance of Rouge was actually quite amusing. Knuckles couldn't help but gather a grin on his twisted little face when she had her little outbursts of hilarity. She truly was one of the most fierce women he knew and wouldn't stand to have anyone or anything in her way. For whatever reason she had this levitating ego that made her come across as unapproachable, but that was probably for the better anyway. Ever since the first time they met, all those years ago when he saved her, she had acted as though he didn't need to do it at all. Her head was held so highly on her shoulders that it was impossible to bring her down to his level. Not that he thought of her as someone who was better than him, but there was still that relevant option laying out there in the open. She'd taken it upon herself to neglect his motives, to say she didn't need saving as though she needed to prove some sort of point. Knuckles was only trying to help for the better of the given situation. Enemies, rivals or even friends, he was willing to help out anyone that needed it as long as it was for the better. What good would it have been to just let her fall to her death? Knuckles could only imagine the feeling he would have deep down if she had actually died on that day. How much it would affect his life. How he'd probably drown himself in the horrid idea of having lost someone and it was all on his shoulders. What a travesty. He didn't wish to have that feeling, which was the exact reason why he did go around saving people, helping people, being there for them every step of the way, even if it meant sacrificing himself for better or worse. The commentary by Rouge was hysterical but not a smile cracked upon his lips even once. Adjusting his vest across his chest he'd take seat on her couch only to her her flip out yet again. The amusement was rather defined on his face as he watched her walk away and off into her bedroom. The hell did she need from there anyway? Knuckles waited and waited on the couch, looking around at all the various gems she had and high quality jewels that he could only imagine she'd stolen. Rouge was notorious for the amount of rumours that spread of her. Word on the street was that she'd recently taken multiple jobs under the radar, but it wasn't so much under the radar when everyone was talking about it, now was it? He could only imagine her enjoying the rumours. Sitting back in a chair of delight and just laughing at the little pieces of information that others were throwing around about her. It must've helped her ego, or so Knuckles would think. For all he knew, she could have hated it. Maybe it actually broke her down on the inside hearing the hurtful things some people said about her body or the way she spoke to them. She was of course one of the most attractive symbols in the world and attention was on her almost all the time, just as much as it was with him. No wonder they'd come to her apartment to seek privacy. Getting up off the couch he'd glance over at her open bedroom door. Knuckles made his way over there, taking his time as his sneakers pressed gently against the marble flooring. Honestly how could she afford to live in such an expensive place? He only imagined the amount of income she made from her day to day life. How the hell? Like he'd know. Or care. But Knuckles took a moment to himself before walking fully over to her bedroom and leaned in the door way, his knuckles reaching over to knock as he stopped and looked at her right when he'd meet his hand with the door.