Who: Boober & others Where: Paldea When: April & May Summary: Paldea trip catch-all Warnings: Mild language, probably, due to the company Boober keeps. Anything more will get marked in threads!
Oh, if your job is laundry then I know for sure you could never do that in thirty minutes. You sometimes spend thirty minutes on a single sock!
[Not because Boober is bad at what he does and needs all that time to get any stains out. It's just because Boober spoils those socks like nothing else.]
I've never really been sure, to tell you the truth. But I think that maybe fraggles used to wear them.
At least... That's what I like to think.
[For a second, he's quiet as he just smiles again; this one very small. He's always hoped that someday, fraggles will wear socks - be it again or the first time - and there'll be that much more to do with his laundry. Even when hope was hardest for him, that particular one has always been there. It's a comfort.
He gives another chuckle, and then the moment passes as he shakes his head.]
And of course, socks can still get dirty. Just being around in caves and tunnels will do that to anything! So they do still need some washing. I don't think even I would like to do laundry that doesn't need to be done. ...Probably.
[It wouldn't make sense, and he likes when things make sense!]
You'd definitely do laundry that doesn't need to be done. You already make me give you my shirts to wash even when I can still wear them just fine for another day or two.
[Who really cares about a tiny little stain! Well, boober does.]
[Boober sighs and fixes Riz with one of his particularly withering, scrunched up looks.]
Well, Riz, you and I have different ideas of when something is fine to wear. You have your idea, and I have my idea. Which is also the right idea.
[There is an edge of amusement when he speaks, though; it isn't news to him that Riz is hopeless when it comes to laundry. Most people are! And even though he'd argue Riz is even worse than most in that way, the truth at the end of the day is simple.
If everyone Boober knew treated laundry as well as he does, himself, he would have so many fewer big laundry projects to take care of. And even less laundry to do, period! For all his complaining, Boober knows that.]
[Considering the subject is laundry, Riz is undeterred by Boober's withering scronch. He wouldn't like to seriously fight with Boober on something, but this is more like play-fighting. A little bit of sparring.]
I don't know about you having the right idea here, but as long as you don't make me do my own laundry, it's fine.
[Riz can do his own laundry. Just, not to degree of clean Boober does it. And definitely not as frequently.]
I probably should! It might teach you to appreciate how delicate and important the art of doing laundry is. Maybe then you'd have some respect for your poor clothes.
[Boober is just about the farthest thing from suited to more conventional forms of sparring, but like this? It's great in his book. And he's used to expressing fondness with it. He's been scolding other fraggles since... Well, as long as he can remember. It hadn't started as fond, but somewhere along the way, it all came together as part of how he interacted with friends.
One of the first things he took a liking to about Riz was how well and readily he can return that playful fighting. Other friends had never really engaged in it with him. At least, not the way Riz did! Maybe a little, but they moved on quickly. Or got truly annoyed, if it was Red. With Riz, it was fun.]
But I'd be punishing your clothes to do it! Not to mention myself. That'd mean less laundry I get to do, and that wouldn't be fair.
[Razzing the ones you love is definitely the way the bad kids usually communicate. Plus, Riz had ended up with a nickname that came solely from getting dunked in the trash on his very first day. If he let things like that bother him, he wouldn't have lasted at Aguefort.
(Who knows, maybe part of him had been so desperate for any contact with his peers, he'd even been willing to accept an unflattering nickname)
((It's definitely a measure of fondness now, so it's okay and needs no further introspection.))]
Be careful or I might get the idea you're only using me for my ability to create laundry.
[Oblivious to any glossing over of deeper emotions Riz may or may not be in the area of internally, Boober gives and amused snort, and shakes his head.]
No, no, it's nothing like that. Though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a perk.
[He then glances around, checking that there's no one within earshot.]
Besides, hon, couldn't I excuse you of doing the same with me and my cooking?
[Gotta avoid being overheard when dropping a "hon," that would be embarrassing!]
[We can't let people know we have affection for one another!!]
You might think that, but really, I liked you before you started cooking for me.
[Not in a romantic manner, perhaps, but to Riz, who values friendship above all else, the fact that he had befriended Boober before ever tasting his cooking is the strongest argument for his honourable (as honourable as Riz ever gets) intentions.]
[Boober ducks his head with a slight blush, smiling. It doesn't matter to him what kind of liking him Riz is referring to, nor does it really occur to him that differentiating would matter here. Whenever liking Riz started to also include a crush on his end, he certainly can't pinpoint, but it's all still coming from that same initial liking.]
And I liked you before you were providing me with laundry. You took out your briefcase like a first aid, and I thought that was very cool. I still do.
[That's when he first met Riz, at least that he can remember, and with how overwhelmingly afraid and confused he was, it's not a happy memory-- Even with how things have gone since. But it has become a memory that, while uncomfortable, has good parts. If you ask Boober, that's the best he could hope for.]
[Riz does kinda wanna be cool in Boober's eyes, at least. Nevermind that Boober's standards for what is cool are very different from, well, everybody else in the world.]
I never really took those first aid classes to be cool. I was just... tired of watching people go down and not being able to do anything.
[Riz can shoot his gun as well as anyone, but that doesn't help you any when your friend is one the ground covered in blood and corn and dying.]
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[He lets go of Riz's hand for a moment, to teasingly push at his shoulder.]
Besides, cooking isn't my job. I mean, you know, technically it's not. Only laundry is.
[Okay, but he liked holding hands. Back to that again.]
But I think of it like another job, so really, you're right. I like to have work to do as often as possible.
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[Not because Boober is bad at what he does and needs all that time to get any stains out. It's just because Boober spoils those socks like nothing else.]
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Of course! Socks deserve only the best care. [A tiny laugh.] Even back at Fraggle Rock where no one wears them.
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[They are socks! Those don't grow on trees.]
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At least... That's what I like to think.
[For a second, he's quiet as he just smiles again; this one very small. He's always hoped that someday, fraggles will wear socks - be it again or the first time - and there'll be that much more to do with his laundry. Even when hope was hardest for him, that particular one has always been there. It's a comfort.
He gives another chuckle, and then the moment passes as he shakes his head.]
And of course, socks can still get dirty. Just being around in caves and tunnels will do that to anything! So they do still need some washing. I don't think even I would like to do laundry that doesn't need to be done. ...Probably.
[It wouldn't make sense, and he likes when things make sense!]
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[Who really cares about a tiny little stain! Well, boober does.]
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Well, Riz, you and I have different ideas of when something is fine to wear. You have your idea, and I have my idea. Which is also the right idea.
[There is an edge of amusement when he speaks, though; it isn't news to him that Riz is hopeless when it comes to laundry. Most people are! And even though he'd argue Riz is even worse than most in that way, the truth at the end of the day is simple.
If everyone Boober knew treated laundry as well as he does, himself, he would have so many fewer big laundry projects to take care of. And even less laundry to do, period! For all his complaining, Boober knows that.]
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I don't know about you having the right idea here, but as long as you don't make me do my own laundry, it's fine.
[Riz can do his own laundry. Just, not to degree of clean Boober does it. And definitely not as frequently.]
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[Boober is just about the farthest thing from suited to more conventional forms of sparring, but like this? It's great in his book. And he's used to expressing fondness with it. He's been scolding other fraggles since... Well, as long as he can remember. It hadn't started as fond, but somewhere along the way, it all came together as part of how he interacted with friends.
One of the first things he took a liking to about Riz was how well and readily he can return that playful fighting. Other friends had never really engaged in it with him. At least, not the way Riz did! Maybe a little, but they moved on quickly. Or got truly annoyed, if it was Red. With Riz, it was fun.]
But I'd be punishing your clothes to do it! Not to mention myself. That'd mean less laundry I get to do, and that wouldn't be fair.
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(Who knows, maybe part of him had been so desperate for any contact with his peers, he'd even been willing to accept an unflattering nickname)
((It's definitely a measure of fondness now, so it's okay and needs no further introspection.))]
Be careful or I might get the idea you're only using me for my ability to create laundry.
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Oblivious to any glossing over of deeper emotions Riz may or may not be in the area of internally,Boober gives and amused snort, and shakes his head.]No, no, it's nothing like that. Though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a perk.
[He then glances around, checking that there's no one within earshot.]
Besides, hon, couldn't I excuse you of doing the same with me and my cooking?
[Gotta avoid being overheard when dropping a "hon," that would be embarrassing!]
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You might think that, but really, I liked you before you started cooking for me.
[Not in a romantic manner, perhaps, but to Riz, who values friendship above all else, the fact that he had befriended Boober before ever tasting his cooking is the strongest argument for his honourable (as honourable as Riz ever gets) intentions.]
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And I liked you before you were providing me with laundry. You took out your briefcase like a first aid, and I thought that was very cool. I still do.
[That's when he first met Riz, at least that he can remember, and with how overwhelmingly afraid and confused he was, it's not a happy memory-- Even with how things have gone since. But it has become a memory that, while uncomfortable, has good parts. If you ask Boober, that's the best he could hope for.]
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[Riz does kinda wanna be cool in Boober's eyes, at least. Nevermind that Boober's standards for what is cool are very different from, well, everybody else in the world.]
I never really took those first aid classes to be cool. I was just... tired of watching people go down and not being able to do anything.
[Riz can shoot his gun as well as anyone, but that doesn't help you any when your friend is one the ground covered in blood and corn and dying.]
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[Boober smiles softly, cheeks just a bit red.]
Well, I didn't know your reasoning then. But it still meant you cared about being able to help in that way. Nothing is cooler than that, to me.