I got you a present (Metonic Drabble 01)
Sonic stood, squinting his eyes against the sun's glare, and noting just how light the box in his hands was. But of course it didn't weight much—the box was tiny after all—and yet, it still felt so unsubstantial.
As the sun started to inch below the horizon, Sonic began to pace, kicking up puffs of sand as he walked the beach. It wasn't that Metal was late. Sonic was just early.
After another round of pacing, Sonic sighed and plopped down on some rocks that were far above the line where the tide would rise. He had no idea what time high tide would even occur, but there was no point in taking unnecessary risks.
Sonic turned, grinning as Metal walked down from the hill above.
"Right on time!" Sonic said, holding his fist out Metal, who only tilted his head at the gesture.
Sonic sighed. "You're supposed to—you know what? Nevermind."
Metal took a seat next to him and turned his gaze toward the sunset.
Sonic bit his lip. Though the box was light, its weight still