feel like this is a good time for a reminder that paramount supports israel
happy for the knuckles series, pirate it
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I Will
A/N: I was forced to write fluff for Tuv. Especially after killing him.
This was the fourth time Tuvre pricked himself; frankly, he was about to give up on this idea altogether. But he didn’t have much else to do today, he finished his homework, trained, just Tuv things. He bought a small pet jacket to sew Knuckles’ name on the back of.
Tuvre shook his hand out the fifth time he pricked himself. Tuvre squinted, switching his playlist from his workout one to his sewing one. No wonder he wasn’t as focused. Tuvre hummed along to the second song on the playlist, leaning back in his chair.
He had one letter to sew and then he would be finished. So far, it didn't look bad, the red standing out against the black leather nicely. Tuvre looked at his work after he finished, a small surge of pride going through him at his handiwork.
It was his first time modifying pet clothes and it wasn’t a disaster. Tuvre stretched, yawning as he did so. Maybe he should take a nap later. Tuvre stood, going into Knuckles’ room to find the hedgehog in his pet bed, watching TV.
Knuckles paused. . .whatever he was watching to look at Tuvre as the dragonborn cleared his throat.
“Whatcha got?” Knuckles asked, dark eyes blinking up at Tuvre.
“Not much, just a gift. . .I meant to finish it sooner, but. . .” Tuvre trailed off with a shrug, handing the small jacket over to Knuckles. “If it doesn’t fit, let me know, okay?”
Knuckles blinked, running a tiny hand over his name on the back. “You just made this?” he asked, pulling it on. “It’s warm. . .thank you, Tuvre,”
Tuvre nodded, replying, “Yeah, uh, well, I just figured since I’m taking care of you now, it’s a welcome home gift,” he bounced on the heels of his feet before leaving Knuckles to go back to watching TV.
Knuckles smiled, touching the sleeve of his jacket. Tuvre was an alright guy.
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