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“Alright now what can I do to help you build this rocketship?” Ranboo asked the boy while his in game character paced back and forth looking at the start of his structure. Tubbo’s eyes furrowed, thinking.
“Dunno Boo, thinkin’ bout building’ is hard” he said, looking over to make eye contact with Ranboo in the video call. Ranboo smiled back at him, internally cooing at his friend’s regressed personality, everything about the boy really did feel like a toddler, from his speech to even the way he started to carry himself. He hadn't ever actually interacted with someone who regressed, but it was exactly how he expected it to be. One thing he did know about Age Regression, especially in Regression that came from anxiety or stress, was that regressors may need help slipping or feeling safe enough to slip. Ranboo decided that he was going to do all he could to help Tubbo find what worked for him.
“Okay how about I work on adding fire to the bottom to make it look like it's about to take off,” Ranboo offered. Tubbo started to excitedly clap at the suggestion, giving enthusiastic nods.
Ranboo could already tell that Tubbo was a bouncy little, he normally was the type to always be moving anyways, but his regressed mind seemed to hold back that bounciness even less than when he was older. He wondered what other parts of Tubbo’s personality were going to be amplified or different while he was feeling small.
They continued work on Tubbo’s rocket, until it got to be fairly recognizable for what it is. Tubbo seemed extremely pleased with it so Ranboo definitely was too.
“You did such a good job Tubbo! I’m so proud of you!” Ranboo exclaimed. The other boy proceeded to get all wiggly and smiley at the compliment.
“T’ank you!” Tubbo happily slurred out.
“Of course!”
Ranboo could tell at this point that Tubbo was very much a regressor that enjoyed praise. Big Tubbo might not let on too much that he enjoys being told he is doing something right or someone is proud of him- but regressed Tubbo had much less qualms about hiding it.
Ranboo could tell Tubbo was starting to finally get tired now that he was finally comfortable and happy. His eyelids had started to droop more and more, and his already curled form just kept getting smaller. They had spent a better part of an hour in the private realm, most of it had been a comfortable silence seeing as it was Tubbo’s first time regressing and he was mostly just sitting with the new feelings. Ranboo decided it was probably time to call it a night.
“Hey Kiddo,” Tubbo perked up at the nickname, “How about we move this call to our phones and get some sleep?”
“ ‘Kay” the little responded with a yawn, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fist before leaving the call to join on his phone.
Ranboo switched over to his phone as well and headed over to his own bed,
“We can stay on call while we sleep, so if you need me at all you can just wake me up sweetheart.” This earned a soft and sleepy hum from the younger. Tubbo was out within minutes of laying down, so fully happy and relaxed that he actually went to sleep instead of staying up for hours watching mindless T.V like he normally would. Ranboo waited until after he could hear soft breathing on the other end of the call before falling asleep himself.