Boober had been so focused on watching the way that, though her eyes remained closed, there was a sort of flutter through her eyelids that suggested thought, or at least, some recognition of... Something. Just little things that really drove home that - somehow - this tiny being was a person.
But when Riz draws his attention to the twitching of her ears, that just grabs Boober's attention entirely. To him, that twitch of her ears reads as eager gusto, and it gets to him - emotionally - in a way he hadn't seen coming.
"Wow," he breathes out, a little croaky, "she really likes eating. I mean-- You know, we made that for her. And she's happy with it."
Boober usually scoffs at that phrase, as it's often used in connection to Riz eating things that, frankly, should never be eaten! But right now, he's too caught up in the softness of the moment, and at first instead of judge he nuzzles his head against Riz with a contented sigh.
But it's only at first, because the moment does pass-- And honestly, leaves Boober feeling foolish over the sentimentality. He's not really one to be embarrassed over his emotions, but this coziness isn't really theirs, is it? The three of them are acting as a family right now, but it's temporary. Getting too used to it is not only very silly, it's risky.
What tumbles out of Boober's mouth as a solution to his unshared problem is, "We should-- You should get a pet."
It's not the same thing, but it's... Something. Especially since they've never brought up all this family stuff. And Boober is sure he wouldn't truly want a child, so loud and messy and unpredictable...
Riz shares the very common Goblin sentiment that the only thing he shouldn't eat are things he can't eat. Meaning that anything else, anything that he can tear through with his teeth and swallow down is good eating, regardless of origin, age, or how long it has been on the ground. It's one of the few things he and Boober vehemently disagree on, but despite Boober's appalling pickiness --the sort that would make any goblin ashamed of themselves-- Riz loves him nevertheless.
"I-- what?"
Usually Riz is the one to ruminate and blurt something out without letting people in on the line of thinking that lead him there. It's killed many a conversation while other folks try and regroup and come to whatever very logical conclusion Riz had gotten to. But it is rare people do that to him.
He turns his head to stare at Boober, brows furrowed in confusion. Why this subject suddenly? Is it because they are taking care of the baby? After all, between Boober being a fraggle and Riz being an only child, the most experience they've had taken care of small, needy creatures was back when they both had pokemon. Is this situation somehow putting him in mind of that? Is it making him miss his old pokemon?
Boober does his best to disappear into his scarf, for all the good it does. The suggestion was rather nonsensical, and that's embarrassing in his book!
"Iiii- I just thought... I'd like to take care of a pet you had, while you were working, and help you with it the rest of the time." He shrugs. "But that's- That's not a very good reason for you to get a pet, that wouldn't be responsible at all."
He looked down at the little baby. She didn't know one bit how foolish he'd just been, and there was a bit of comfort in that. Just a bit, though, and he sighed as he looked back up at Riz.
"Couldn't you get a pet yourself and keep it at The Rock? You could bring it with you when you stay with me."
That makes more sense to Riz. Even if he is still trying to figure out how they got on this subject at all.
With about half of the milk still left in the bottle, Riz temporarily sets it down to make sure she's getting proper air, and so he can wipe away the milk that has dribbled out of the corners of his mouth with his thumb. "Do you wanna try giving her the rest?"
"That- That's a better idea. Yeah, I think that would be the best thing," Boober mumbles, embarrassed. He should probably just be relieved that Riz, unsurprisingly, didn't follow the silly train of thought his mind had gone down, but he feels flustered anyway.
But the chance to feed the baby goblin distracts him from his emotional funk. He straightens his back, sitting up. "I would like that a lot, yes."
The teeny tiny goblin baby is starting to make squeaky, screechy sounds, clearly demanding to know why her milk is gone when she was not yet done eating. She might not even be able to see yet, but clearly she cares about the important things.
"Okay." Riz lightly pats the baby, trying to get her to settle for just a moment more, before he carefully places her in Boober's arms again. "Hold her like you did before. Maybe slightly more upright. Make sure to support her head."
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But when Riz draws his attention to the twitching of her ears, that just grabs Boober's attention entirely. To him, that twitch of her ears reads as eager gusto, and it gets to him - emotionally - in a way he hadn't seen coming.
"Wow," he breathes out, a little croaky, "she really likes eating. I mean-- You know, we made that for her. And she's happy with it."
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"Well, she is a goblin, after all. We are good eaters."
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But it's only at first, because the moment does pass-- And honestly, leaves Boober feeling foolish over the sentimentality. He's not really one to be embarrassed over his emotions, but this coziness isn't really theirs, is it? The three of them are acting as a family right now, but it's temporary. Getting too used to it is not only very silly, it's risky.
What tumbles out of Boober's mouth as a solution to his unshared problem is, "We should-- You should get a pet."
It's not the same thing, but it's... Something. Especially since they've never brought up all this family stuff. And Boober is sure he wouldn't truly want a child, so loud and messy and unpredictable...
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"I-- what?"
Usually Riz is the one to ruminate and blurt something out without letting people in on the line of thinking that lead him there. It's killed many a conversation while other folks try and regroup and come to whatever very logical conclusion Riz had gotten to. But it is rare people do that to him.
He turns his head to stare at Boober, brows furrowed in confusion. Why this subject suddenly? Is it because they are taking care of the baby? After all, between Boober being a fraggle and Riz being an only child, the most experience they've had taken care of small, needy creatures was back when they both had pokemon. Is this situation somehow putting him in mind of that? Is it making him miss his old pokemon?
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"Iiii- I just thought... I'd like to take care of a pet you had, while you were working, and help you with it the rest of the time." He shrugs. "But that's- That's not a very good reason for you to get a pet, that wouldn't be responsible at all."
He looked down at the little baby. She didn't know one bit how foolish he'd just been, and there was a bit of comfort in that. Just a bit, though, and he sighed as he looked back up at Riz.
"This is just nice, that's all."
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That makes more sense to Riz. Even if he is still trying to figure out how they got on this subject at all.
With about half of the milk still left in the bottle, Riz temporarily sets it down to make sure she's getting proper air, and so he can wipe away the milk that has dribbled out of the corners of his mouth with his thumb. "Do you wanna try giving her the rest?"
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But the chance to feed the baby goblin distracts him from his emotional funk. He straightens his back, sitting up. "I would like that a lot, yes."
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"Okay." Riz lightly pats the baby, trying to get her to settle for just a moment more, before he carefully places her in Boober's arms again. "Hold her like you did before. Maybe slightly more upright. Make sure to support her head."