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YALL IM NOT SEEING ANY ASKS THAT DOODLE POST NEARLY HIT 100 NOTES BUT IVE GOT NO ASKS. CMON YALL I DO BOTH WRITING AND ART FOR REQUESTS ANON REQS ARE ON TOO

•~Floor Break~•

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Everything was fine.

Looey knew this at least even if he didn’t really know how to distract the twisted well enough, he knew he was doing fine at least.

Scratch that, things were better than fine! Toodles had found a healthkit and two bandages just on the last floor alone — and while he hadn’t been there to witness(too busy trying to keep a twisted Sprout off Brightney in the warehouse), he made sure to pat the bright girl on the head and offer balloon animals later.

AND — even better, Yatta, Sprout, and Cosmo all decided to come on a run today! He loved doing shows and bits with Yatta! But while they were both suited to help distract the twisted on runs down Gardenview’s floors, Looey had, for some reason he didn’t know, been deemed the better distractor and thus Yatta often stayed in her room to play with Toodles and plan parties while he was often asked to go on runs.

Which just made Yatta being here all the more special! He’d grabbed a few leftover balloons from the past few Rainbow Room and even found a box of chocolates that nobody had gotten to yet. So he thought on a calmer floor he’d make a balloon animal and give them both to her as a little celebration.

Except, he had to use the chocolate to get himself out of a pickle with a twisted Pebbles and Vee. AND he managed to lose the balloons in his panic. So with that and the stress of losing their own Pebbles(his one and only canine confidant) to a Twisted Goob, he was a little quieter today.

But it was fine.

HE was fine.

He just needed to focus a little more on distracting now that he knew he couldn’t screw up. And he couldn’t ask Yatta for help either — she wasn’t ready yet to distract this far down Gardenview.

She always seemed to have a wealth of energy she never hesitated to share with her friends, but he knew she hadn’t yet dealt with keeping many twisted distracted even with her stamina.

Now he didn’t hate distracting the twisted(maybe his own scared him a little, just a little), buuuuut it’s been starting wear down on him, a little, just a little.

Only Sprout had started to take notice of it.

“Looey? Do you need a break? You’re looking a little banged up there,” Sprout asked with a little too much concern(if you asked Looey at least, raising a brow at the many bandages slapped on Looey in several places.

Looey shook his head immediately, “No! No I’m fine, haha. Just focusing on keeping everyone safe. Ha…” He trailed off, his heart hammering from the previous floors but never, never having enough time to catch his breath.

It was fine. He should be used to this, but he couldn’t stop his heart from the constant drumming it seemed to find itself in tempo to. Looey’s eyes flicked to the timer within the elevator as Dandy tried selling the other toons something.

A minute until the next floor.

He could do this.

He breathed out, only to breathe in just as quickly when Sprout reached out to touch him. “W-what? Have I got something on my face?” He stammered, heart still rapidly beating inside his chest.

Sprout narrowed their eyes at him, and rubbed his cheek, “No, your bandage just came loose.”

Looey raised a hand to the area, and Sprout moved their hand away(something that made his heart hurt, but not in the “I’ve been running for the past 20 floors way”)so he could feel the reapplied bandage.

“Are you sure you don’t need a break? You look like you need one,” Sprout pressed, preparing to rummage through their bag for what Looey could only guess was a baked delight.

Looey had to internally mourn himself for what he was about to say, “Yeah! I’m just, little stressed y’know? B-but I don’t need anything I’m fine really. Just great.”

Looey steeled himself against the smell of cupcakes wafting up from Sprout’s bag. Shuffling on his feet, he bit his tongue to keep from giving himself away, slapping a big smile on for good measure.

39 seconds left.

Sprout fixed him with a stern stare, “If this is about you not feeling like you deserve it then—“

Waving his arms defensively, Looey denied, “I mean— well, it’s not that I still think that, but—“ Sprout cut him off, “But you think someone else needs it? Loo I would know first if anyone was hurt. Believe me when I say you’re looking the worst out of all of us.”

By now some other toons had turned to see what they were talking about—the elevator wasn’t big—but that also meant Cosmo was now giving him a concerned look. Darn.

He walked over, effectively cornering Looey between them and the elevator wall. Sweating bullets, Looey tripped over his words, “G-g-guys, come on! It’s really not that serious. I don’t wanna bring down the mood over nothing!”

Cosmo looked him up and down, “I dunno Loo, you’re not doing too hot. You sure you don’t want a cookie at least? Having one always makes me feel better!” He grinned cheerfully, waving aforementioned cookie towards Looey’s face.

He stared with a blank look on his face. “Yes, Cosmo. I’m sure,” but apparently he let a bit of his frustration leak into his voice because Cosmo wilted back a little.

27 seconds.

Sprout gave him a hard look, about to say something before Toodles, loveable little menace, currently betraying him, cut in, “Looey, Dad always tells me to take care of myself so I can do my best de-tec-tive work! He told me you’re not at your best until you’ve taken a coffee break! But he did tell me I couldn’t have any and to just take a regular break instead…” She trailed off, staring down in dismay over her restriction from coffee.

It was fine.

21 seconds.

Boxten gave him a questioning and worried look, “L-looey if you need a break we’ve got your back! Well, I-I can try, but I’m sure the next floor will be something we all can handle!”

Ears drooping behind him, Looey created as much space as he could between him and the other toons. He bit his tongue harder, preventing himself from saying anything to upset his friends further, but still shook his head vehemently.

18 seconds.

He was fine.

Yatta, previously engrossed in aweing over Dandy’s food items, turned to him too, a flicker of concern masked under a teethy grin, “Don’t let yourself pop before we even have time to CELEBRATE GETTING THIS FAR!! You KNOW I can’t party without my best friend there, and Sprout says she’s not going to let me eat all of Cosmo’s cookies again without everyone getting a piece first so you GOTTA take a break and EAT A COOKIE!!!” She rushed over to snatch the cookie from Cosmo, ignoring the “hey!” from both Cosmo and Sprout, to shove the cookie in Looey’s face and—

Oh.

He REALLY wanted a cookie. Now that it was practically up his nose that is. He couldn’t keep his tail from wagging in excitement and he near cursed his dog-like traits if it weren’t for Toodles being in the elevator. Now THAT Rodger would actually, genuinely, truly well kill him for.

9 seconds.

Everything.

He swallowed, and was about to speak before being cut off, this time by Tisha AND Astro(seriously was this an intervention? He couldn’t even get this many toons together for a casual candy run).

“We care about you, you know that right Looey? We won’t hate you for needing a break, we can handle ourselves.” Tisha said, dusting off what must be imaginary dust from the floor as Astro nodding, staring at him.

He shivered, felt more like right through him.

Looey’s hands were grabbed by both Cosmo and Sprout, gentle, soft, and painfully caring,“Trust us Looey, please.”

2 seconds.

Was.

A glance revealed Vee, Vee of all toons was staring at him too. Not in annoyance, but worry? Honestly he really didn’t know anymore, but he knew he needed it all to stop.

Everyone should be smiling, not looking at him like he was about to pop.

1 second.

Fine.

He shouldn’t have looked back at Sprout, or Cosmo for that matter.

His breath caught in his throat at the sheer care and worry(worry! Why were they so worried about him??)etched into their faces. Like he was something to really be worried over. The elevator opened beside them all, and the general floor seemed empty save for a clutter of boxes and racks laid in an arc smack dab in front of the elevator.

Wordlessly, Vee stepped forward and scanned the floor with her mic. It was disturbingly silent, but Vee said, “I just see the shrimp and starboy. The rest should be ghost girl, the twins, and that peepaw.” A sigh of relief left the collective Toons, but Vee stayed in the doorway, looking back at Looey.

“You gotta decide now balloon boy. You down for a break or what?” She still refused to call any of them their names, Looey included, but that flicker of concern still hadn’t left her screen.

Looey looked at Sprout and Cosmo, to Vee, the floor, then back to Sprout and Cosmo.

Maybe. Just this once—

“A-actually yeah. I-I could really use a b-break.” His stuttering had come back now that he admitted it, but Sprout and Cosmo only took his hand and led him out to the arc in front of the elevator’s doors.

“Knew it.” Sprout finally sighed, though not out of annoyance, once the three were hidden from the open view of the floor behind the crates.

“Everyone go deal with the machines. Tisha, Astro, Yatta—take care of each other and the active twisted. Remember Vee is the slowest here, so Yatta you should stay with her in case she gets spotted. Me and Cosmo will stay with Looey.” Sprout ordered calmly while leading him into a sitting position.

Out of all of them, Looey knew his friends trusted Sprout to have a head on his shoulders this far down. But having BOTH Cosmo and Sprout stay with him? What if someone got hurt?

His worry must have shown on his face because Sprout patted his head(ignoring his tail thumping against the boxes) and said, “Everyone has at least a bandage, even Astro. Look, just rest, you deserve it. We’ll watch over you too, trust your friends a little more, yeah?” He flicked his forehead, watching it bob back and forth with a small, amused grin.

Looey looked across each of his friends, before sighing and relaxing against the crates a little more. Everyone—save for Looey and his…watch group? Guardians?—had split up soon after that. Thankfully no twisted wandered too close to the elevator, which meant no one else heard his yelp when Sprout pulled him down over his lap.

“Uhh, Sprout? I said I was gonna rest.” He said, confused, but wriggled himself into a comfortable position, feeling his heart return to something less marathon-runner equivalent.

Sprout hummed, resting a hand on his head again and rubbing between his ears. Actually, that was nice, he had no more questions if this continued. “You’re gonna get an achy back later if you sit against the crates. Just lie down, Loo.” The excuse felt weak, even to Looey but then again he also felt weak to the headpats he was getting. So he stayed silent.

It stayed quiet for a few more minutes, the distant sound of machines being cranked and filled the only sound they could hear. Looey traced shapes in the carpet floor, ears lowering more and more as he ruminated on what he said to Cosmo earlier.

“H-Hey Cosmo?” He called quietly, finding the carpet incredibly interesting.

“Yeah Loo-Loo?” Cosmo asked, though quieter than before, he lacked no less energy.

Looey’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname, while not new, it made his tail wag and heart act funny. And not in the jokes and giggles way. Continuing on he said, “L-look. I’m real sorry about what I said in the elevator earlier. I-I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings I was just, stressed. I-I dunno why I took it out on you like that.” He said shakily, tail coming to halt and ears covering his face.

A hand, presumably Cosmo’s patted his back in reassurance, “Aw, Loo don’t worry about it! I know you were justa bit stressed is all. Happens to the best of us. I forgive you.”

Looey sighed in relief, muttering a quiet thanks to both Cosmo and Sprout as he wordlessly offered him a cookie again. Taking it this time, He felt the tension building in his limbs begin to fade out and his tail was working up a storm trying to keep up either the pure euphoria that is Cosmo and Sprout’s baking.

He had all but near dozed off before Sprout spoke again, pausing the glorious headpats, “Loo? You know we love you, right?”

He nearly sent himself out of Sprout and Cosmo’s laps after that, but managed to steel his reaction to only the lifting of an ear to look at them.

“Yeah, of course—I love you guys too. You’re my friends!” For some ichor-forsaken reason saying friends wrenched his heart in a “tack to the face kinda way”. But Sprout was silent for a long moment before he continued petting between his ears. Looey couldn’t see him without turning all the way around, so he elected to lean into them both.

“Have a good rest Loo-Loo. We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.”

“Yeah, sleep well.”

Cosmo and Sprout’s voices were the final thing following him into a light, peaceful slumber.

His friends are fine.

He was— would be, fine.

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