You and Knuckle found yourselves strolling through the peaceful streets of a bustling city. The air buzzed with the vibrant energy of life, yet an unexpected tranquility enveloped the two of you. Amidst the comfortable silence, your fingers brushed against Knuckle's, intertwining naturally with his. Startled, Knuckle instinctively flinched, a reflex born of habit rather than hesitation.

“ Sorry. “ He said, embarrassed. A hint of blush revealed on his face despite his attempts to look tough.