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"Ughhhh... Why is this necessary again?" A familiar voice groaned for the 4th time as he was walking alongside his companion. He was clearly irritated with whatever the current situation was, with the way his arms were crossed and the annoyed look on his face.
“If you’re going to complain, complain to Boder, not me. After all, he was the one who suggested this anyway,” The taller glanced down at him. Bofo was used to Bobal’s moody attitude almost all the time, but he still couldn’t help but be annoyed with Bobal at times like these.
“What the hell makes Boder think a walk will help me with my “attitude problems”? Like really? A walk? What?!” Bobal just grumbled, continuing to murmur to himself of how stupid it was.
“You should at least try it out. Everyone has been saying the same thing about how you’ve been moodier than usual, and they’ve all been talking to me about it since I’m the one who’s always around you. Boder suggested that I take you outside, since leaving you unsupervised is the worst thing possible-” Bobal gave him a death stare as he said that last part.
“Okay okay! Let’s just get this shitty day over with so I can finally go home-” Bobal huffed, as they both started to pick up their feet and continue walking.
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Bofo had apparently led them to their local park. There were a few people there, but not too much. There were Food Trucks of different kinds, selling various types of food, and the flower bushes looked freshly watered. The park seemed like the perfect place to hang out on a Saturday morning.
Bobal trailed behind Bofo, following him to a nearby empty bench.
“Bobal, stay here. I’ll be back, please try not to cause any trouble until I’m back-” Bofo sighed.
“First you invited me out, now you’re ditching me? Pick an option!” Bobal grumbled, looking up at the robot.
“No you idiot, I’m just going to be gone for like a minute or so. Can you handle that?” Bofo glared at Bobal, giving an annoyed huff.
“Yeah yeah, what do you think I am, 3 years old? I can handle my own self,” Bobal replied, giving his usual smartass response.
“I’ll be back then.”
With that, Bofo trailed off, and Bobal watched him for a few seconds, before sitting down on the bench and letting out a small sigh. In reality, Bobal didn’t like it when Bofo left him, even if it was for a few. Call him clingy if you want to, but he really enjoyed Bofo’s company, though he would never admit it willingly of course.
Bobal zoned out, (making it seem like he was very interested in what that grass was doin’) deep within his thoughts that he didn’t even notice Bofo coming back towards him, holding something in his right hand.
“Oh fu- Oh, oh. It’s just you, nevermind then- You startled me,” Bobal exclaimed, a hand on his chest while he looked up at the taller. He noticed a small box filled with a certain type of food in Bofo’s hand, and upon further inspection he noticed it was spicy chicken, one of Bobal’s favorites. Why did he leave to buy that though?
“What’s up with the food? Pretty sure you can’t eat food in general, Bofo. Do you have memory loss now?” Bobal crossed his arms as he asked, Bofo taking a seat by his companion.
Bofo gave an unamused look at the other before speaking.
“ No. It’s actually for you, Bobal. It’s almost lunchtime and you skipped breakfast. So...I thought you could use something to eat,” He explained, his arm reaching out to Bobal, waiting for him to take the box of food into his hands.
The shorter blinked, eyes flickering between the food and Bofo.
“Oh...That’s…”
So sweet. Bobal finished his sentence in his head, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.
Bobal reached out, taking the food into his hands and settling it on his lap.
“You didn’t have to do that but...Tha..Thank you anyways...” Bobal felt himself getting weirdly flustered, not making eye contact with the other, and nervously fidgeting with his hands. He started to feel a pang of guilt for being a piece of shit to Bofo now.
Bofo simply gave a small nod and a smile, content with satisfying his friend.
“Tell me, what were you arguing about with Bob this morning? It was like 4 in the morning and you woke everyone up-” He asked.
Bobal let out a loud groan as he leaned back into the bench before looking at the other.
“The arguement was so stupid, like what the fuck?! I was obviously right, he was just such a dumbass that he was wrong about it. Then Bosip came in and started to side with Bob! Ugh, that lovesick idiot…” Bobal complained, picking up his food and nibbling on it.
Bobal continued to ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶a̶i̶n̶ talk with Bofo about various things. Well, Bobal did all of the talking, while Bofo just quietly listened, with the occasional reminder to keep his voice down because other people were looking at him whenever he started to shout. ( Ahem, anyways. )
Something caught Bofo’s eye when listening to Bobal, and an idea was formed.
“I mean, could you even believe him? Bowaev obviously knew that cake was mine and..” Bobal stopped mid sentence when he noticed Bofo reach over to one of the flower bushes near them, watching how his fingers grasped the White Carnation and the stem behind it, plucking it off the bush as a few of the loose petals scattered to the ground.
Bofo leaned the direction of the flower he was holding towards him. “May I?”
Bobal didn’t understand what he was saying at first, his gaze switching between the flower and him. He gave a small, anticipating nod.
Then, Bobal felt a small tickle on his right ear, and he felt his hair being brushed back as he felt the stem of the White Carnation get tucked right behind his ear.
Bofo retreated his hand back to his lap, as he silently admired the new look of Bobal fondly.
The shorter was dead silent. Bobal was pretty sure this was the quietest he's ever been. His mind was in such a jumble, as he tried desperately to process the situation of what just happened.
Bobal flushed red as he slowly reached to his ear where the flower was placed, touching it gently and feeling the soft petals of the Carnation touch his fingertips.
He could hear Bofo let out a soft laugh. Before speaking lightly in a whispery tone.
“It looks pretty on you.”
Pretty...? Pretty? Sure, Bobal has received a few compliments before but...none of them involved the word ‘pretty.’ The word used on him made him feel happy inside, and he liked that.
“It does..?” Bobal quietly muttered, finally managing to form a sentence after the long period of silence.
The other didn’t say anything, just smiled and nodded.
“Oh, we should get going. I promised Boder we’d be back by 12-” Bofo sighed before standing up from the bench. Bobal followed him up as they both began walking towards their home alongside one another.
The vibe...was totally different from when they walked to the park. Now that they’re leaving the park, the air between the two was filled with awkward yet comfortable silence.
This really isn’t what he expected at a day at the park. Though..Bobal couldn’t say he disliked it, because that would plainly be a lie.
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Bobal walked to his room, flower still in hair before a certain turquoise haired boy bumped into him.
“Ow! Ah! I’m really sorry Bobal! I was- Ooo, what a pretty flower!” Bowaev leaned in closer to get a better look, making the other back up away from him slightly.
“It’s a White Carnation! They’re soooo pretty~” Bowaev did a fist stim, smiling as he closed his eyes.
“That’s what they’re called?” Bobal said out loud, and Bowaev nodded enthusiastically.
“Yeah yeah! And did you know that each different flower symbolizes a different meaning? Like for example a Yellow Rose symbolizes friendship! Do you want me to tell you what a White Carnation symbolizes, Bobal?” Bowaev seemed to know a lot about flowers, and he seemed to like talking about them as well.
“No.”
“Great! So a White Carnation symbolizes pure and true love! Isn’t it cute?” Bowaev completed ignored Bobal's deny as he giggled, before stopping to realize something.
“Ohh...Did Bofo give you that?” He questioned innocently, hands folding on top of each other as he grinned at Bobal.
“Wh- How did-”
“Ehe! I meannnn, I heard from Boder that you two did hang out at the park this morning right? And the park is filled with different kinds of flowers, especially White Carnations! Awww, how sweet of him!” Bowaev gushed.
“Bowaev, you know he could have just picked a random flower to give me right? And the White Carnations were the closest to us. He probably doesn’t even know what they symbolize so don’t jump to conclusions…” Bobal defended, crossing his arms.
“Awww okay but...like I said, there were many flowers he could have chosen from! But he did pick a White Carnation...and all of us know how smart Bofo is as well! He probably knew fully well what they symbolize, yet still gave it to you,” Bowaev giggled before giving a soft smile. Bobal was...so surprised, he never expected this from Bowaev.
A tall figure appeared from behind Bowaev, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“Hm? Oh! Boder, you found me!~” Bowaev gave a hug to the four armed male, laughing with joy. Boder patted the other’s hair with one of his hands, smiling.
“Bye bye Bobal! See you later!” Bowaev waved him goodbye before running off somewhere else. What an energetic kid he is…I could never.
Bobal expected Boder to run off following Bowaev but instead, he stayed where he was, giving an unusually different smile. A smile that seemed like he knew something that he didn’t.
His gemstone glimmered before words began to be shown.
“Pretty flower, Bobal.” It read, and Boder gave him a closed eye smile before he gave a small wave, running off to most likely Bowaev.
Bobal took the flower out of his ear, holding it in front of him and admiring it. He had to admit, it really was a pretty flower.
Bobal felt himself smiling, and he didn’t even try to hide it or anything.
Maybe today wasn’t as bad as he had expected it to be.