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Dying with No Regrets

Who: Knuckles, Wave
What: Wave has a few things she wants to get off her chest.
Where: The gym
When: November 30
Warnings: U for UST

Even with the moon ready to drop from the heavens, Wave and Knuckles still met for her training sessions. Bright and early, as if nothing was wrong. Except Wave didn't feel that way. No masks, no hope of entering the door she found, the moon about to crush them... They were all as good as dead. There was no point in continuing.

And yet she kept right on doing it. It was a point of consistency for her. Maybe that was enough to at least stop her from thinking too hard about the end and just giving in.

She changed into a pair of white shorts and a sports bra, ready for the day's training. At least Knuckles wasn't the worst company to keep in a time like this... He had a positive attitude that she admittedly enjoyed. And he was far more patient with her than she thought he was capable of. It was kinda nice.

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"Well, yeah," she said. "I mean, you're not unattractive. Why wouldn't I have thought about it at least once?" She may have been lying about the once part.

"....dunno?" He replied just as eloquently, still just kind of... staring and turning pink because he had no idea how to react. He had no way to process this so quickly. If there was something he was supposed to say here, he had no clue what it might be.

She... wasn't really sure what she was supposed to say either. Now that it was out in the open like that, she was having a hard time thinking about much else beyond that little admission.

"I guess we just think differently," she tried to chalk it up to. "But I mean... You think you ever could see me like that...?"

"....uh."

COULD he? It hadn't really occurred to him beyond that briefly awkward first training session. And even that had been cut short due to Tails' involvement. Now that he looked at her, though, almost through a new set of eyes.... it was possible? She WAS pretty. Nice eyes, long eyelashes which were cute. The beak was different, but not a BAD different. It made for a nice smile. She didn't have Rouge's figure but that, again, didn't mean that her figure was bad - and really, it made sense for a bird to be a little differently proportioned to a mammal. Being a nature loving hippie, he knew that well enough.

And besides all that, her personality was fun. He liked arguing with her. It was interesting. She was quick witted and tended to show him up more often than not but it was the struggle that he enjoyed, as with most things.

"I mean... sure...?" he replied after clearing his throat three or four times.

Wave was silent after that. He could have seen her that way... What did she say now?

If there were more time, she might have played it off. But feeling as she was, that the world was so close to ending and there was nothing to be done about it, she knew every moment counted. And if she didn't act on this, she'd regret it forever. "Oh, to hell with it," she said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him in to kiss him.

He knew what this was! This was kissing! He'd done a little bit of it last year under the mistletoe with that cute Voile girl and.... uh, that had just been cheek kissing. This was full on lips-to-beak faces mashed together hands on shoulders style smooching.

Wait. How did THIS happen?

He kind of let it continue for a moment as he tried to figure out what to do beyond sort of... move his lips and breathe through his nose.

This... wasn't unpleasant.

But it wasn't something he'd asked for. Or even remotely expected.

And he'd be lying if he said this wasn't actually kind of great. But he'd had his mind on someone else so much lately that it also felt unfair. As though allowing it was disingenuous and potentially hurtful to someone he actually DID care about. He didn't intend to hurt Wave, if he could avoid it.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed gently, separating them.

But now that he was apart from her he found himself completely unable to SAY any of that. He knew what he felt and he knew what he OUGHT to say.

But actually finding the words?

His tongue wouldn't even try.

He looked... frightened, actually. Completely out of his element to the point where his fight or flight reflex was making his heart hammer in his chest. Despite being here to train, though, he wasn't about to fight her.

So instead he... ran away.

Yep.

"Knuckles--!" Wave called after him. But it was too late. He was gone.

Of all the reactions she was hoping for, that was probably the worst. There wasn't a rejection, no admission he liked it, nothing. She kicked her gym bag angrily and uttered some obscenities. "Damn it all..."

Looks like training was over for the day... She felt so humiliated.

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