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It was late in the night, when Goob woke up suddenly from a loud crash on the other side of the wall. By now, he should’ve been used to it, having had neighboring rooms with Shrimpo out of all toons. Not that he minded it, of course! The only actual problem with having rooms next to one another was Shrimpo’s anger issues and his constant punching of the walls. Speaking of which, his head was right next to where he would punch typically.
Goob lightly groaned, squinting his tightly shut eyelids and hugged his teddy bear closer to him. He tried falling back asleep, but it was difficult with how loud the shrimp was. After another minute of trying, he gave up, standing from his bed and slowly tip-toed out as to not awaken Scraps. Goob walked over to Shrimpo’s room, rapping on the door and entering once getting clearance from Shrimpo, yelling, “COME IN ALREADY, RABIES!” With some difficulty, he was able to open the door with his claws. Immediately, he was bombarded with a strong smell that assaulted his nose. He sneezed and sniffed a couple of times until Shrimpo slammed the door behind him, “DON’T LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN!!!”
Goob yelped at the sudden yelling and looking around his room. There were multiple piles of dirty clothes on the floor, empty containers from previous meals.
Once the door behind him was closed, Shrimpo visibly calmed down while the other smiled, “Hello!” The crustacean took a minute to respond as he stared at the fang that peeked out of Goob’s friendly smile. He even flustered himself as he thought it was ‘cute’. He grumbled, offering a shrill “HI.”.
“What’s that smell?” Goob pointed his claw back to the room before Shrimpo walked over to his wardrobe, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a mason jar with a glass gadget inside alongside a torch with multiple different rainbows and colorful gummy bears. Goob watched curiously. “IT'S WEED.”
“Seed?”
“WEED!” Shrimpo repeated whilst walking over to his bed, where he pulled a container and placed down all his items. He pats the spot next to him, and the fluffy craft eagerly takes it. “What's that?” He points to the container, and the shrimp opens it up, revealing what looked to be earwax. Goob visibly cringed, “You're collecting your earwax?? I know I collect rocks and bouncy balls… but earwax?! Eww!”
Shrimpo looks up at him to glare before handing the container to him, offering him to smell. Goob without hesitation, leans in and sniffs. He pulls back with a disgusted face, “Smells weird.” The crustacean rolls his eyes, “OF COURSE, IT DOES! IT'S NOT EARWAX! I HATE EARWAX! IT'S JUST WAX, DIMWIT!!”
Goob slightly raises his brow but doesn't ask questions. He then watched as the other pulled out the gadget from before. “THIS,” He holds it up to his face, “IS A DABBER OR A DAB TOOL.’ Goob’s brow does not lower, and Shrimpo grunts in frustration, “UGH!! JUST WATCH!! I HATE SLOW PEOPLE.”
He waited until he got the taller one's full attention and reached for his ‘glittery’ torch, which he pressed the trigger on to emit flames. He pressed the flames onto the tip of the dip tool that he placed back into the jar to not set anything on fire (not that he would care anyway, but just for Goob’s safety). Once the tip turned bright red, he lightly dipped it into the wax that he quickly grabbed, waited for it to collect, and boom… smoke! Smoke quickly filled the container inside of the tool, and Shrimpo deeply inhaled it. He tried to hold it for as long as he could until he began to cough like an old dying man.
Hacking and coughing that sounded more like a dog barking, Goob started to panic, thinking he was going to die any second if he didn't do anything. He reached for the pop that sat on the nightstand and handed it to Shrimpo, who quickly took it. “DRINK!!” Goob screeched as Shrimpo held the can, stabbed it with his claws, and shotgunned it. After a few more coughs, he seemed to be back to normal.
“ARE YOU OKAY?!” Goob’s worry did not leave. “OF COURSE, I'M OKAY!!! WHY WOULD IT MATTER ANYWAYS, WHY DO YOU CARE?!”
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.”
“SHUT UP.” Shrimpo scowled in denial and shoved the tools into his chest, “YOU! YOUR TURN. GO.”.
“I-I- Uh… I don't want that to happen to me! I don't even know how to do it!” Goob’s anxiety plummeted into his stomach, making him queasy. “UGH! FINE. I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!!”. Instantly, everything was back into his hands again. He repeated the whole process again, but instead of inhaling the smoke himself, he did something he thought would help Goob’s worries.
He reached both his hands to the sides of Goob’s box-shaped face and brought them both closer to each other. Their lips touched as Shrimpo exhaled the smoke into the fluffy craft's mouth. Out of shock, Goob immediately inhaled and started coughing. Shrimpo smirked at his work, “SEE? EASY.” He cracked open another pop and handed it to Goob, who took it without hesitation. He guzzled down the soda. After a few moments, Goob calmed down from his coughs. However, his face was still as red as Shrimpo’s wallpaper. “I- Hah- What was that for?” Shrimpo blinked, “I WAS HELPING YOU!!! I DIDN'T WANT TO BUT I DID!!!”
Shrimpo continued to deny any further questions about the situation, and the two began to sit there and speak. The two of them laid on their back atop of Shrimpo’s bed, staring at the dark grey ceiling above them. By now, they were just mumbling rabdin things to each other, “What do you think is out there?” Shrimpo once asked, Goob looked over at him. “Whaddya mean?” The crustacean didn’t look back, continuing to stare at nothing, “Outside of Gardenview.”
Goob hummed. Toons were never allowed outside of Gardenview (other than Dandy, but not even get left). He thought about it for a few moments as he ran his vision over the other. He smiles brightly, a shiver of fang popping out, “I don’t know, but I hope you’d be with me to find out.” Shrimpo then finally turned his head over tp ;ppl at Goob, a blush covering both their cheeks, “Why…?”
He shrugs, looking innocent, “You’re my friend, Shrimpo.” Instead of responding, Shrimpo looked back up to the ceiling of his room with an angry frown. And just like that, his yelling started again, “SHUT UP!!” Once again, he reached for the dabber before he got interrupted.
“Wait—” Goob stammered, getting the other’s attention, “Can I try what you did– uh– to me…?” He gingerly pointed with his claw to the tool. At first, the shrimp snorted, but it eventually evolved into full genuine laughter. The fluffy craft sat there in shock by the outburst, especially coming from Shrimpo. He watched with a small smile until he looked his way. “Hurry up then.”
Trying to remember what Shrimpo did last time, he had little to no difficulty if his claws making everything a problem didn’t count. He needed help just heating the thing. Once he had the whole thing figured out, it was a breeze. He choked a little when the smoke entered his mouth but rushed his arms around the custacean’s waist and pulled him in. Their lips locked once again, and Goob exhaled the smoke into the other’s mouth.
Shrimpo didn’t move back, however, when he inhaled. He stayed locked with the craft until they were both unable to breathe.