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Miles sat on the closed toilet while Hobie started him a shower. He would have offered a bath, but he didn't want Miles to sit in his dirty water.
Miles kicked his feet slightly, feeling embarrassed about the state of himself and his room.
He tugged on Hobie's sleeve.
"What's up, mate?" Hobie asked, adjusting the tempture. "You wanna change the outfit?"
Hobie didn't force Miles to wear the onesie. He offered Miles some different clothes. But Miles did want to wear it, even if it was a bit embarrassing.
"No," Miles shook his head. "I-I took showers, 'Obie."
Hobie held back a laugh, nodding, "I know, even I know you wouldn't go three weeks without one. I just think this will make you feel a bit better."
"Can I take bath after?" Miles asked. "Pease?"
"I don't see the harm in it," Hobie ruffled Miles's hair. "But first shower time!"
Hobie didn't help Miles take a shower, per Miles's request. But he kept the door slightly open so Miles could easily call for him.
Instead, he decided to help clean Miles's room.
He organized four different piles. Shirts, pants, any kind of undergarment, and then things like jackets. He could easily hear Miles across the house, why not try to help out a bit?
Miles was quickly done with his shower, and Hobie helped draw him a bath.
Hobie was a very good bathtime playmate!!
He got Miles a ton of bubbles, and let him splash around!! He even let Miles put a soap beard on him!! :D
He helped Miles dry off, and helped roll up his boxers for him. Miles was set on clipping his onesie by himself!! . . . Hobie might have helped him a bit, but Miles figured it out all on his own!!
Hobie dried Miles's hair off before picking him up, heading for the living room. Miles looked confused when he heard the laundry going. And at how cleaner his room looked.
"What's that?" Miles asked.
"I started some laundry. We're on load one out of four, but let 'Obie handle it, okay?" Hobie said, placing Miles on the couch. "Your Mom and Dad going to be home anytime soon?"
"Not until tomorrow, they're at my Aunties," Miles frowned. "My problem, I deal wif them 'Obie."
"Ah don't worry about it. Little Ones like you don't need to worry about big kid work. You leave them to the big kids okay?" Hobie said, kneeling in front of mIles.
Miles didn't like that answer. It wasn't Hobie's job to help him out, ". . . I help by pressing the buttons?"
Hobie chuckled, ruffling Miles's hair, "Sure, mate. But first, we need to get something yummy in that tummy of yours! Whatcha want?"
"Hmm, mac and cheese?" Miles asked, kicking his feet a bit. "I help!"
"Your gonna help me make mac and cheese?" Hobie asked, receiving a giggly nod. "Hmmm, I think you can help me stir it."
Miles . . . wasn't much help while making mac and cheese.
But it wasn't his fault!! >:(
He tried to help, he really did! But Hobie sat him on the counter, declaring him too small to be near the stove.
But, he was big enough to help him measure things!! Hobie let him measure, with some help, and pour the ingredients in!!
After Miles and Hobie did a brilliant job making dinner, Hobie decided what better than to let Miles's watch a movie while eating?
. . . It also got Miles less fussy when Hobie spoon feed him.
Not that Miles wasn't appreciate of everything Hobie was doing for him!! He was just doing so much. And Miles should have been taking himself. And now Hobie was having do to it for him.
. . . . He was a bit unappreciated when Hobie ate half his mac and cheese. But Hobie only laughed as his misery- Uh, pouting. But Miles wasn't really that upset anyhow.
"What's that?" Miles asked, pointing to a bowl Hobie brought from the kitchen.
"Well, I did promise you ice cream," Hobie gave a fake sigh. "But if you don't recognize it, I really don't mind eating it myself-"
"No!" Miles gasped, grabbing the bowl. "I want it!"
"Alright, you want me to feed you?" Hobie offered, sitting beside Miles.
". . . Gonna eat my food again?" Miles eyed him. Hobie laughed, making Miles's pout.
"No promises."
Miles did let Hobie spoon feed him. It felt nice regressing again, he'd have to make Hobie a pretty picture, or do his laundry for him!!
. . . . And Hobie may have stolen a bite . . . or five.