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Goob was peacefully walking around, though peacefully, he was still bored out of his own mind!.. Goob raised his hand to tap his chin..
"Hmmmf.." Goob thought for a moment. "Aha!" Goob smiled, he'll go to his partner, rodger! Surely that would give him something to do!..
Goob ran to his partners room.. Throwing the door open, and spooking rodger.
"G-goob!" Rodger looked at the door in fright, gripping the desk of his. "Hehe- Sorry.." Goob walked over to the magnifying glass. "Whatcha doin?.." Goob tilted his head. "Just.." Rodger cleared his throat, calming down.
"Doing some paperwork.. What are you doing here, Goob?.." Rodger raised a eyebrow. "Just wanting to see my lovely husband!.." Goob wrapped his arms around Rodger. "Husband.. We aren't even married yet?.." Rodger chuckled.
"But.." Goob frowned, looking at Rodger with those puppy dog eyes. Rodger just sighed and shook his head. "Alright, Husband it is.."
"Yay!.." Goob leaned down, kissing Rodger on the glass. "Anyways.. What are you working on specifically?.." Goob leaned over his work.
"Trying to figure out on how to cure the twisteds.." Rodger pushed his head out of the way, grabbing a pencil. "I've almost got it- but dyle won't let me speak with-" Goob smiled. "Does that mean I'll have another me? Oh- oh! Even better! Does that mean I'll have another YOU?" Goob giggled, getting in the way again.
Rodger sighed. "If it works. Maybe. But your twisted is very violent.. so it'll take some time to get them cured- even if it works in the first place.." Rodger pushed his head away, AGAIN.
"Oh- Cool!" Goob let go of rodger, going to look around his room, messing with things, which distracted rodger just a little bit- but he was fine with-
CRASH!!
Rodger turned around, and saw Goob standing next to a shattered vase. Rodger stood up, putting his hands on his head. "Goob! That was a antique! Dyle gave me it for me to stop bothering him about things- which I wasn't- but Goob!.."
Rodger looked back at Goob, he looked like he was about to cry.. Rodger flinched back.. Right. Goob was certainly emotional when it came to him getting yelled at back in the days..
Rodger sighed, walking up to the craft, it was bit of a height difference, so he pulled Goob's head down. "Goob. Look at me." Goob watery eyes came to Rodger. "I'm.. Sorry for yelling at you. I didn't care about the vase anyway. It was a stupid gift from dyle, because it didn't work. I still ' bothered ' him."
Goob sniffled. "Really..?" Rodger nodded. "Really." Rodger pat his head. Goob sneaked his arms around rodgers waist, bringing him into a hug. "Another thing, Goob. Can you try to keep it down.. I need to focus."
Goob pulled away. Nodding. "Okay.." Goob sniffled once again, walking to Rodgers bed, and sitting down.
Rodger went back to his chair, working on his papers.
Before focusing on it too much, he turned back to goob. "I love you, okay Goob?.."
"I love you too!.." Goob paused, then smiled.