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Hobie and Noir were good friends.
The two liked hanging out, fought corrupted politics, and over all both thought the other were cool. Hobie would never admit it out loud, or at least not to Noir, but he thought Noir was so cool! Hobie didn't have a lot of rolemotels. Let alone respected many adults. But Noir? He respected his work, and only slipped a little when Noir praised him for his work.
But Noir didn't understand age regression.
He tried! He tried really hard, but he couldn't grasp it fully. He knew to treat his friends younger. But he couldn't imagine going into a headspace like that. Though he could understand why.
That didn't stop him from babysitting his friends.
Noir was fascinated by Hobie's color changing. It was entertaining seeing him change colors, which for him was changing shades. Still, it helped Noir learn more about colors.
Well, not really, but it was fun to mess with him.
"Hobie, are you free?" Noir walked into his dimension. A watch personally made by Hobie himself. He refused to join Miguel's side.
Hobie stared at him. For Noir, it was probably the middle of the day. But for Hobie, it was about midnight. The boy was watching some cartoon with a paci in his mouth.
"Are you . . . small?" Noir tried to remember the word. Hobie huffed. "Does that mean yes?"
"Mhm," Hobie nodded.
"Ah . . . so you can't change colors me right now?" Noir asked.
"I change!" Hobie said as he made his tone black and white. He loved playing colors with Noir!
"Could you do purple?" Noir sat next to him.
"Yeah!" Hobie changed to a purple tint.
"That's not purple!" Noir grabbed out his rubrics cube. "This is purple!"
"That's yellow!" Hobie giggled.
"No, this is," Noir pointed to a color.
"Red," Hobie smiled.
"Blue," Noir pointed to another one.
"Dat's yellow again," Hobie
"So you're . . . blue?" Nor asked.
"No! I purple! You asked for purple, silly," Hobie changed to blue. "What I now?"
". . .Green!"
"Look at the rubic cube, and then look at me," Hobie said.
". . . White!"
"Nooo!" Hobie fell onto his back giggling.
He found Noir quite silly sometimes. He was fun to joke with.
Only Noir wasn't joking sometimes.
Noir laid beside him, and Hobie changed shades again.
"You are quite funny, Blue-Man," Noir said.
"Orange!" Hobie said.
"Oh, you are quite funny, Orange-Man," Noir repeated.
"Now I blue!" Hobie changed again.
"Blue- I'm just gonna call you kid. Is that an appropriate nickname for you, uh, headspace?" Noir asked. He had watched Hobie before, but he always had someone else around. The same with the other littles he knew.
"Mhm," Hobie looked back to the TV.
"So what's happening so far?" Noir asked.
"Um, we're traveling to get Goofy soup 'cause he's sick," Hobie explained. Noir vagely recognized the Mouse, Miles liked the show.
Steampunk Mickey was better though.
"I thought you didn't support big brands," Noir teased, earning a painful elbow in response. "Ouch-! Really?"
"Shush it," Hobie glared at him.
"I've said my peace," Noir put his hands up in defense.
The two sat, watching show and answering the simple questions. Hobie continued to make fun of Noi, who kept on getting some of the questions wrong.
"Its not fair, kid. How am I suppose to know what road to pick?" Noir pouted.
"It's saying to pick the green one!" Hobie giggled.
"That is green!" Noir exclaimed before laying down.
"Hey, hey," Hobie poked his mask.
"Hm?" Noir hummed.
"You picked red," Hobie said before sitting up.
"No!" Noir sat up quickly. "I picked green!"
"Nuh-uh," Hobie shook his head.
"You know what? I think you're a liar," Noir stated, receiving an angry gasp.
"I not a liar!" Hobie huffed.
"True, you are very blunt at times," Noir ruffled his hair. "Shouldn't you put your bonnet on for bed?"
"For bed, yeah," Hobie stood up. "But I not sleepy!"
"Really? It's almost one. A kid like you should be in bed. . . I think?" Noir questioned. Hobie wasn't a kid, but he was? Did he need a bedtime too?
"Nope! I not sleepy. I wanna dance!" Hobie turned off his TV. Rushing towards the radio.
"Can we listen to my channel?" Noir asked.
"Pooey, mines better," Hobie turned on his channel. Which consisted of loud, punk music. "You're is slow and stuff."
"Slow and stuff?" Noir laughed. "You've obvliously never even heard jazz music from my time. Some of the greatest of its time! Or, before the Depression."
"Huh?" Hobie looked confused.
"Nothing, this music's nice," Noir got up, walking over. "Makes you wanna fight, huh?"
The two play wrestled for a few minutes. Noir knew an actual fight could hurt them both, but Hobie's punches were sloppy and slow. So he did what he did when he play sparred Peni, he let him win.
Afterwards the two had a little dance party. Mostly playing Hobie's music, he threw a slight tantrum when Noir tried changing it behind his back. Perhaps Noir let Hobie stay up all night, tucking the sleeping boy into bed at six. But no one really had to know that, right?